I remember in 5th grade - a boy in my class asked me over for a playdate.
well - at that point I was in the stage of my life where boys played with boys and girls played with girls, and you wouldn't dream of mixing it up.
I was mortified when my Mom made me go - and even more horrified when he suggested that we ride bikes around the neighborhood - because that meant that everyone would see us together.
In the end, I had a really fun time...but it took me forever to admit it to my Mother!
"Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. . ."