I can practically hear the soundtrack changing. The fact that you parked, went back, and kissed her? That’s absolutely fantastic. A very cinematic ending to a date.

All right, who left the phantom onions out?

Until now I thought this sort of event only happened in movies. Thanks for proving it wrong, Doom.

It’s like Chasing Amy without the drama and the screechy voices. Nicely done, DoomMunky!

Now, I need more details. What did you say to her when you went back? What was her reaction?

Somewhere in the world, a Journey song was playing at that exact moment.

Nicely played DM. Sounds like a great start to some good times.

So DoomMunky is really John Cusack?

Also, grats, sounds like an awesome date!

I squee’d when I read your post. Hurray for you! :)

Go DoomMunky!

Aw, thanks guys! I’m laughing and blushing reading all this.

I’ll leave out all the dialogue except for her last line. We kissed, chatted for a minute about plans for today, then I kissed her again and said goodnight. She said, “I’m glad you came back.” :)

That’s a great line straight out of the Theory of Narrative Causality. I entirely approve.

Nice work DoomMunky!

I hope it was Chain Reaction. I love that song.

Agreed, Omniscia, really only ‘Chain Reaction’ and that ‘Send Her My Love’ song are the only Journey songs I can tolerate (i.e., too filled with shame to admit that I like them, even though I do. This confession will self-destruct in, I don’t know, let’s say two years).

As a side note DoomMunky, kickass story. It really does read like some 80s romantic comedy with John Cusack, except it happened! Nice going dude.

So you guys didn’t have a 2-volume Journey scrapbook and play guitar in a Journey cover band when you were in junior high?

Um, I didn’t either.

God, I’m going to hell for the joke I almost posted in response to Jerri.

Edit: OK, I’m damned.

Jerri, did you have a mullet when you played in this cover band?

As overplayed as it is, people who don’t like “Don’t Stop Believing” don’t like fun. It makes all the girls at the bar start singing. What’s not to love?

There’s the fact that it makes my ears bleed and causes me to wonder why I bother to live in a world that has such “music” in it.

Probably.

Oh, wait, what cover band? Please go back and read my post in which I deny any such thing ever occurred.

And it wasn’t called Voyager.

I know no more words to “Don’t Stop Believing” beyond those three words. And I still love that song. There might be a line about wine and cheap perfume, too, but I’ll be damned if I know where.