Mummies and Shrimp Cocktail

Date #2 was a movie picnic--I brought shrimp cocktail with homemade remoulade and G provided two different types of dessert: a soft apple pastry and a crumbly cinnamon confection. We had originally planned to see Hancock, but the abundance of 12 year olds in the back row made it impossible to eat our smuggled goodies with any semblance of privacy. We exchanged our tickets for Mama Mia, but that was a little close for our comfort as well. We ended up seeing The Mummy 3, a very noisy, convoluted movie which was perfect for our plan of illicit snacking and a heavy dose of making out. We had a couple of Kodak moments--the first when I fed him a giant shrimp with remoulade which he had to choke down before admitting that he doesn't eat mayonnaise. The second came moments later when, being the ladylike creature I am, I inadvertently flicked a shrimp tail in his eye trying to get it free from the little decorative shell. I giggled for a good ten minutes after that...

G and I are doing very well in the making out department. I find myself daydreaming about his kisses constantly, much to the delight of my jaded work colleagues. They gleefully blow eachother smooches when they catch me texting him, and exchange knowing looks when I space out during the day. Date #3 is going to be dinner and a rented movie at his place on Friday... no promises about being good.