My First: Date

Dear Mila,

Loved meeting up at the MoMA, girl.  You were looking fly in your legwarmers and furry vest, working the audiophone in French.  Seems like we're getting this walking thing down, though I might need some more practice.  Thanks for your help checking the structural integrity of the museum; can't be too careful post-Sandy, knowhatimsayin'?  Our little rendez-vous also gave me a chance to peep some tourist Blackberries, for national security purposes, of course.  FYI, never trust a foreigner who can resist the Cuteness.

And just remember that while Jon Bon Jovi would steal the sun from the sky for you, I'd stop a barge on the ice for you.

I'll be there for you,

JYK