So I can't really remember when was the last time? That's in part cause the defination of a date would be in a more romantic incline sort of way, in my opinon. Which no one has been able to sweep me off my feet since... I can't even remember.
Anyway by dictionary.com defination:
a social appointment, engagement, or occasion arranged beforehand with another person.
Was on gayromeo, I've no idea why i visited that website, actually i do. Boredom. This guy click me, random chat a little.Pictures he's really just the bloke next door. Nothing great. No prince charming face, no triathlete's body either. Basically another in the street, you'll just miss. One that'll blend into the crowd. His profile said he's harmless and base on his pictures he really look the part. So it was unlikely that I was going to meet someone who'll scrutinze me from head to toe, have a potential bitch factor higher than mine, that'll make me go home feeling lousy. All in all sounds really safe.
We met the next day. He impressed me instantly with his choice of venue for dinner. Prego's. Yes, that's not even 1 michellen star but in all my years, noone has suggested somewhere fanciful for a 1st date. Dinner last 2 hours, and there was a good flow of conversation. So i was pretty much wowed. He took the tab. That totally up the factor. I'm a sucker for chivalry gestures. (Not that i see myself as the helpless dame). So we walked a little, then went for desserts at Laurent Bernard, Robertson walk. Nice place, tad noisy, food so-so. (Cheecake cafe still rocks). Then he sent me home, no contential car but having sent to my door step. I don't complain.
So a first date than span 5 hours. It's just unbelieveable. I think i'm usually more than ready to run once the mains are done.
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