Day Five He took me to see The Nutcracker ballet in theaters. He made comments every time the male dancer would do a high jump or an impressive spin with the ballerina in his arms. “I could do that.” “Pshh, that’s easy.” “Why is everyone freaking out over this guy jumping?” Afterward he proceeded to take me into the parking lot and do high jumps under the street light lamps. He would kick his leg out in poor form and tell me to rate it on a scale of one to five.
