I went on a friend-date last night. It was actually pretty exciting. I’ve been in a relationship for over 2 years now and we live together so it’s not exactly like I go on dates where I get picked up from my house. Not that I’m complaining in the slightest, it’s just that the boy and I are content with cuddling and watching a movie and if we do go out, we drive together. But as I was saying, I went on a “date” with a friend (ex, whatever) who I haven’t caught up with properly for years, I’d say. We had some kind of terrible hot chocolate and then came home to watch tv with the housemates, but it was just nice to catch up.