Mom offers all the appropriate advice and even takes a pic to document this momentous event, but Jake won't allow her to finish primping him before he's out the door. "Course not, honey," says good 'ol Dad, "He's a man's man." Little do they know.
Jake scoots off on his adventure, a pink helmet mounted behind him for his date, Sasha. He's one happy kid until a car with "unwell wishers" drives by.
When Jake arrives at Sasha’s house he shows the signs of having survived a minor skirmish, but he’s undaunted.
Sasha’s Dad turns out to be a great guy, a black guy with a sense of humor and a sparkle in his eye; but his sparkle pales in comparison to the one in Jake's eyes when he spots his date. Sasha is a straight-laced, upright fifteen year old... male. Sasha’s dad is proud and worried for them. He knows how the world is, but sends them off nonetheless.
The first-daters take off on Jake's motor scooter for points unknown, while back inside, Sasha’s Dad's lover comes out of hiding, a tear in his eye. Sasha wonders aloud when he'll get to meet Jake's folks. Could be a while.