The room where we first kissed

You can't make this shit up.

A story I’ve told many times, and will tell in a condensed form here: During my first date with Matt, after an hour or so of intriguing and flirtatious conversation, I wished aloud that we could go make out in an alley somewhere – but it was frigid December outside. Matt said, “That’s a solvable problem,” whipped out their phone, and fired up the Breath…