Since the family kid car that I was supposed to drive was a stick shift, I suggested that he teach me how to drive one for our first date. He agreed. And then he went out and learned how to drive one himself (in his defense, he sort of already knew how).
The date went well. I was an excellent student and only stalled once. But that didn't really matter because mostly we were just happy to be hanging out together. And also because my dad sold the kid car a couple of weeks later.
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