the third date

[binoche]

i spilt my drink on your leg--i'm such a clumsy fool--and tried to scoff it off by saying "at least i can say i made you wet..." but somehow i wondered whether i really pissed you off, beneath the niceness... and then i treasured the thought that you forgave me, and held my hand in the car all the way home, and i felt even closer to you when you left than i did when you arrived.

yes

i met someone...