I feel sad, I've never really gone on a lot of dates.
Or maybe just none that are awkward as fuck, because I'm awesome.

No, wait.

There was this girl, who I didn't like for whatever reason, in 6th/7th grade that made me her boyfriend. I went with her and her family to some kind of cook-out, and talked to this grandmother the entire time.

I remember she had a stripper name or something, Chrissy I think.

I also didn't have my first kiss til I was in 8th grade.