One of my first dates was one I didn’t even realize was a date. We went to the county fair. We rode the Farris wheel. I think it would be fun to go and do that again as an adult with someone I love. I don’t think I’d even mind if it was a family date.
Another date, one of those cheesy ones where I put on a LBD and heels and my hair somehow looks fabulous. We would ride in a town car. He would look fancy but not formal. He’d open the door for me and his breath would catch every single time he looked at me. He’d say “you look lovely” at least one time. We’d go to a small nice restaurant and we’d share something. I’d drink champagne. We’d split dessert. When we left dinner, we’d go see a comedian who would be hilarious. Then we’d spend the night in a hotel room somewhere. But a nicer one, not like a motel , but one that smells actually clean and not the kind of clean that covers up a murder or an orgy. We’d get up at 8:00AM feeling awesome because no one woke us up at 6:45 to ask what time it was.
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