the door

leaving improv the other night, K. asked if i needed a ride back to my car. i thought, why not? it took a while to find his car, though, as he couldn't quite remember which street he'd parked it on. but that was ok. it's not like i was in any real hurry - i was getting home 'early' anyway. 

 

when we got to the car, though, he not only opened the passenger door for me, but also made sure i was properly seated before closing it behind me. wow. i was impressed. i don't think that's ever happened to me before. for all of 5 seconds, i felt like a princess. pretty cool.