I would plan a private culinary class. It would give us an opportunity to see how well we work together and test our resiliency. In the event the food did not turn out well, we could laugh about it an... see more >>
I would plan a private culinary class. It would give us an opportunity to see how well we work together and test our resiliency. In the event the food did not turn out well, we could laugh about it and head somewhere else...lol.
First dates should be up to the man. I’m waiting to be sweep off my feet. Show me what you got in store for me. It don’t have to be fancy or lavash just thoughtful and well thought out
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Bishop's Stortford, England - Hertfordshire, GBR
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At first I would like to feel this special mutual feeling, that makes life a wonder... I love nature, especially to be near the seaside and for me romantic is candle light, smell of flowers, red roses... see more >>
At first I would like to feel this special mutual feeling, that makes life a wonder... I love nature, especially to be near the seaside and for me romantic is candle light, smell of flowers, red roses and red wine, may be because its always says something about love.
You will find that I have arrived before you. You'll know it's me because I've told you what I'm wearing, and I'll know it's you because you'll be in your little black dress and heels, just like we pl... see more >>
You will find that I have arrived before you. You'll know it's me because I've told you what I'm wearing, and I'll know it's you because you'll be in your little black dress and heels, just like we planned.
I'll get up from my bar stool and greet you with a kiss on the cheek. There will be a drink waiting for you, and you'll be too polite to say you don't like it, but I'll know from the look on your face and we'll hand it back to the bartender and order you another. And another, until we find the one that makes your tongue curl up onto the roof of your mouth and your taste buds pop with the electricity of a first kiss.
We'll be seated at our table next to one another, rather than across, because when you feel compelled to confess to me something you've never even told your girlfriends, you'll want to be whispering in my ear. And when I hold my hand out, palm up, you'll put yours in mine and feel the warmth of my pulse through my fingertips before you even realize that we're like little schoolchildren on a field trip to the museum.
And maybe that's exactly where we'll go after dinner. To stroll hand-in-hand through the impressionists and the ancient sculptures on display, unearthed from the ruins of stone age civilizations just so we can marvel at the dexterity and imagination of an anonymous artist dead for three thousand years.
When we reach the post-modern section, and we both exhale the sigh of boredom and confusion, I might put my arm around your waist and kiss you in front of Andy Warhol's ugliest self portrait. But it won't matter what's hanging on the walls anymore, because we'll be in our own little lightning cage, making all of our surrounding a blur.
We'll run thru the hallways of the museum to find a night club where we can dance away the energy and excitement of a first date.
And when we stumble out onto the sidewalk late at night, laughing in the cool, damp air, it will feel like we've been on three dates already, and y
