It’s interesting what you find when you actually clean! I was helping my mom clean out her office/sewing/guest bedroom over the weekend and she pulled out a small stack of pictures that was stuck in the back of a drawer. She pulled out this one and we both had a good laugh. This is actually proof of my very first date. Yes, I am 18 in the picture and no I did not have a date before this. Sad and pathetic, I know! There are much better pictures of this date, but they are packed away in a box somewhere. CJ was a friend of my cousins and lived with them for a little bit while finishing up his senior year. The story goes…the minute that I was introduced to him I thought he was so hot with the bonus of being completely nice and kind. It was the next school year after I had graduated and it was time for the homecoming dance. A bunch of my cousins and their friends all decided they wanted to go on a group date so (I am sure with lots of coaxing from my cousin) CJ asked me to go with him. My very first date with the guy that was so out of my league. The reason he is not wearing a shirt (if I remember correctly) is some of his clothes were still being shipped and no one else was his size to borrow a shirt. I don’t really remember why he didn’t go out and buy one, but I do remember that I didn’t really mind either. The story goes on, but I will save it for another time. I had the best time of my life up to that point and he was a fabulous date! The best part of the picture is how tan he is and how white I am! It’s hard to believe that it was 11 years ago! I don’t think I will ever forget it.