Finally, a makeout!
Promise that's as x-rated as this post will get. I know that you are not supposed to kiss and tell, but...

Sean was a great baseball date! It was also the longest date that I had ever been on (even longer than the marathon date with Angry Brent Bunker a few years ago, remember that?). He met me at Murphy's Bleachers at 10 am and drank beers with me all day and evening with some late night dancing at Casey Moran's. And, I hate dancing. So does he, which is good because it wasn't pretty.

I'm not saying that wedding bells are gonna chime, but I at least think they'll be another date (and makeout)!