My date with Ichigo started out cool; going to a movie no one else went to so that we were the only ones in the theater, throwing popcorn at the screen during the boring parts, and doing a running commentary. Then it got hot, completely ignoring the rest of the movie in favor of making out in the front seats. But, then, it settled at room temperature when another couple came into the room near the end of the movie. No longer able to make out in private, we settled for teasing touches here and there.
We vowed to never see a film as a date ever again.
Two weeks later, we were buying tickets for the next block buster.