Everybody and their mama has been saying we should start dating since the 3rd grade. Bleh. We're sort of in a relationship, but we've made a pact to not engage in cheesy romantic crap. He kissed me on my cheek and bought me a Superman plushie at Six Flags yesterday though. He's a sweetie. Fuck off, Cupid. I've got important things to do like fangirling over Dave Grohl.