My life is a movie.

In 2010, I had a silly crush on a guy in one of my classes.

I didn't know him at all.

.

.

A bit more than a year later,

I wrote this.

.

.

And last night, I went on a date with him.

Crazy, right?

He correctly identified the pattern of his shirt

as gingham.

At the planetarium,

we learned that constellations are kind of dumb.

And we ate hipster food.

I wanted to order the Jack Kerouac burger,

just because.

But I got the Chubby Checker.

Isn't life funny?