The check came and we split it. We walked down Santa Monica Boulevard together half a block before we discovered we were going the wrong way. He chuckled as we turned around, guiding my inebriated body with his arm. The contact was brief, but it felt nice and I basked in it. This is a funny story we’ll tell people when they ask us about our first date, I thought.

Source: Los Angeles Times November 08, 2018 14:03 UTC