interrogation.

I've never been a fan of first dates, but this one was actually going exceptionally well.  The conversation was good and dinner was delicious (since I picked the restaurant, whoop).  At about nine we headed up to this trail that his buddy had told him about.  After driving a little ways, we parked and hiked the rest, thankfully not too strenuous a climb for having a full stomach.  It was a surprisingly warm night as we comfortably laid out on blankets and cuddled (my favorite activity).  We talked about everything.  For the first time in a long time I felt like an open book; he was ready with questions and I wasn't afraid to answer them.  Whether it was because I was comfortable and trusting or just emotionally somewhere else because of my "squirrel", it was easy, and refreshing.

BROWNIE POINTS: after attempting to kiss me I informed him of my policy.  He asked when he could take me out again, and I said, "whenever you call me".  Then he pulled out his phone and said, "hey, I think someone is calling you"...well done.

Around one, I checked my phone to find texts from the "squirrel", but more importantly from a slightly anxious Mother Duck. We packed up and walked back down the hill, where we found that something was missing.  The car.

A tired/grumpy buddy was kind enough to come rescue us and drove us to the tow company.  We were then informed that we couldn't get the car back until we talked to the police.  

Once we got there we were sent to an interrogation room where we were informed that 1. we had been trespassing on private property and 2. someone had cut the wire fence, laced it back together, and could be held responsible for the well-being of 50K dollars worth of rams.  That was not us... After talking to the officer, he said that he believed us and told us that we shouldn't be too worried about our situation.  I'm pretty sure that can be attributed to the pallor and terrified expression that I wore during the entire debriefing.

240 dollars later we had his car back, and were heading home when he turned to me and said, "well, I think that's the most expensive first date I've ever been on" ha ha.  If I thought that that part of the evening was heinous, it was nothing compared to the interrogation that I received from the mother.  
Bottom-line: 4am is not a good time to be coming home.