Things I remember about dating as a high schooler and college student:
Fogged up car windows.
Sweaty palm of the hand while holding hands.
Being called sizzle lips.
An overactive imagination.
The taste of her lips on that first kiss.
Wanting time to stop.
Parking on a side street for a little kissin' and huggin'.
Driving home, make that floating home, after the date.
Hearing a song that reminded me of the girl.
Standing at the door and seeing her and that wonderful smile.
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