Having built up my the suspense of the story, I figured that this is what I forgot. It's a kind of funny story about my first third date (PG, don't worry). To set the basis of my story let me shed some details on what is traditionally associated with a third date (at least, from what I'm told) and let me give you a few simple details about myself. I apologize for my crazy usage of punctuation like "," and ";".

First of all, I'm a guy. You'll have to take my word on that but I can assure you, I'm a guy. Always been one. I'm confident I will always be one. My date, who shall remain anonymous, is, to the best of my knowledge, is not a guy. That means she was a she. I'm pretty sure she always was.

The history of the dating...thing...(Making this up as I go) is that traditionally, the first date is dinner or something, often coffee which neither of us drank, or "a drink", and since, in short, we're both under 21 and can't legally drink, we didn't. There's not usually anything sketchy that happens on the first date to the best of my knowledge. The second date is traditionally something a smidge more intimate like a fancy (er) dinner or something (I have no idea). Third date is usually something pretty intimate and usually leads to some...together time. Use your imaginations, those who've never been on a date.

So, we'll get to the story.

We both lived on campus at our university and there are a few restaurants for the students. My first date was the two of us at a chicken restaurant. That's when I learned she was essentially a vegetarian. It was a bit awkward. Luckily they had a vegetarian menu. I got chicken since it was a chicken restaurant.

Our second date was during a crazy ice storm. We had lost power and it was rainy and icy everywhere. We were going to a restaurant across town that served organic foods like organic breads and yogurts and ice cream but it was too icy and we decided to go to a sandwich shop in one of the dining halls about a quarter mile from our dorm building. We had a good time trying to ascend up the 100 or so foot long ramp that was completely slick with ice. That took us about 15 minutes to get up. Dinner was good; we each got sandwiches and Sun Chips (which make anything AWESOME) and we talked for probably 2 hours about stuff. Eventually, though, they were closing and we had to leave. We went back to her room and watched something that I can't quite remember, probably House. It was a good time.

Lastly (in the story), the third date. We were going bowling because we were both terrible and I usually have a lot of fun bowling with other people and then we were going to Subway which, like Sun Chips, makes things better. The first round I played it safe and let her do her best so I could judge whether or not I should go easy. Unfortunately for the two of us, we were both atrocious. She got a 68 and I got a 72. Mind you that's out of 300. We finished up with bowling and headed to Subway. A pretty intimate location for me since I love Subway. She also loved it so it was a win-win situation. Here's the conversation that followed (more or less):

Me: "I had a lot of fun tonight, how about you?"

Her: "I had a great time!" Then something about bowling.

Me: Awkward silence.

Her: "You want to...come back to my place..."

Me: ...

Me: ...

Me: ...

Me: Playing the whole situation through my head, stupid grin on my face.

Her: Most likely having noticed my jaw hitting the floor, she finished her sentence "to watch Batman?"

Oh, well. So nothing became of that night but my mother gave me an awkward call right around the scene with the Joker and Batman and the "Hit me! HIT. ME." scene. As much as I'd like to have had something different play out that night, I'm glad I learned more about her. I really wanted to get to know her and now I feel much better having spent that time together. Plus, it makes a pretty funny story.