Holy crap. I think I've just gone on a date. That hasn't happened in.... EONS. Actually, I can't distinguish a date from merely hanging out. So maybe it was my overly-vivid imagination.

Addendum:
Date went OKish. But I found out that the boy in question is in fact, the typical MIT-sketchy-man - i.e. he persistently asked my friend out, even after she turned him down as she already has a boyfriend. He then stopped being nice to her when she gave a final "no".

*sigh* where have all the good men gone?