He twirled me in the frozen food section. A cart-pushing lady nearby laughed: “Dancing in Whole Foods?” He and I both cracked up, hugging each other.
Lunch at Whole Foods may not be anyone’s idea of the best date in the world, but when you’re overlooking the Chicago River in 70-degree weather in late October, and the goofy guy who stole your heart wants to dance with you regardless of who’s watching, it’s a pretty awesome date.