It was cute, I guess. Coldplay's Parachutes was playing, and I still get chills during "Sparks" because of that night. He gave me a really great backrub, complete with back-kisses, which have never gotten any less exciting for me no matter who bestows them. Then we just sat there for a while and eventually kissed. No tongue, though--he was as hesitant to do that as he was to take my virginity (which he didn't). It was all rendered more exciting by the fact that Mom could walk in at any moment.

Aaaaand we broke up about a week later.