My boyfriend and I (the only guy I’ve ever dated…we were both 17 when we started going out) were in San Diego when we first started dating. We were on a trip down there, just the two of us. So we had plenty to do, went to restaurants, saw the sights, went to the zoo, drove around, hung around downtown, met up with two girls we knew who were also in San Diego at the same time, make out in the car, and various other things.
After we got back home and for the next couple months we just kinda hung out sporadically and arranged to do certain things like go to a restaurant, see a movie, go biking, or just do something quiet and intimate together. The thing that’s different about my situation most likely is that Rory was my close friend long before he was my boyfriend. Because our relationship was secret, we didn’t really double date or go out with a group. I mean, we still hung out with groups of people, but we didn’t reveal that we were dating.
Being in a relationship with Rory during this summer was the most fun I’ve ever had in my entire life.