i would like to go on a date with cassie. we'd talk about dune, walk along the beach and hold hands, listen to weird al yankovick as we barrel down the highway in a convertible (the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota) laugh at the hipsters holding strawberry daiquiris while we chug our miller high lifes, and just generally goof off. finally, as the sun rose over the florida shore, we'd kiss, tenderly, once, on the lips. first date, one kiss.
on our next date we'd hump like mad rabbits who've been told the world will end unless they get it on six times in sixty minutes.