I actually have several happy memories, I think, but one that I've been focusing on a lot lately is of a first date years ago. A guy I liked in high school messaged me on myspace, asking to hang out (we hadn't seen each other in 6 years). We met up, walked around, had some ice cream. I was going to be playing softball in the summer, and since he played baseball in high school, he tried to teach me to throw and catch. At one point, he asked me why we didn't go out in high school, and I told him because he didn't ask me out. I asked him the same question, and he said that it was because he was too shy.
As we were walking, he stepped down from the curb, so we would be about the same height, and he stopped and looked at me and said "hi." I said hi back, and he kissed me.

He spent most of the evening carrying me around, too. He gave me a ride to my car, and the cutest part--while driving and talking to me, he was holding my hand, and without missing a beat, he kissed the back of my hand like that was the most natural thing in the world...
