“These are for you,” he said, handing me a dozen red roses and a teddy bear before leaning in
to kiss me.
My first boyfriend, Danny, was standing in the doorway in full army fatigues.
He was picking me up on a warm Friday evening in July to take me out to dinner and a movie. We drove a half hour
to the Columbia Mall in the suburbs of Baltimore and ate at P. F. Chang’s.
It was the first time a man had properly taken me out on a date. And the first time I’d ever
eaten at P. F….
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