  And on the eighth day, we had a good old-fashioned date. So T. picked me up from work tonight on his motorcycle (WOOF) and we headed for an impromptu dinner at a urlLink boobie hutch . The food was pretty good, and T. even convinced our waitress to come to his salon so he could rescue her hair. Then we cruised through town for a bit on his hog (I'll take advantage of any excuse to wrap my arms around him in public) and we ended up at my place watching a urlLink very cool movie in our underwear. I give the evening an A+. 
