Whats your dream date ?
"That's a tough one. I'd have to say April 25th. Because it's not too hot, not too cold, all you need is a light jacket." I couldn't resist.
But seriously, for ME, a dream date would be staying in, having a homemade dinner, some wine, and good conversation.
That was the first thing I thought when I read the question!!
This was an actual first date (blind date) of mine, 17 months ago: I had been in town only 4 hours. Went to the Local Women's March on January 21st. After the March, I met her at an outdoor Beer Garden. Each of us had una cerveza. Then she took me to a Happy Hour bar where we had oysters on the half shell and another beer. In leaning over to ask her a question, she turned her head around and suddenly gave me the most passionate kiss on the mouth I ever had. Said she did it 'cause she liked me. Took me to the top of Vulcan, overlooking the entire city, where she backed off a little, saying she felt bad about her bar kiss. That she wasn't really like that. Didn't know what came over her. I just said ok. Took me to her house for a nightcap. As I was set to leave, a tornado alert came on her phone. She said she couldn't let me leave just then, that tornadoes in Alabama were deadly. Said I could stay overnight, but not sleep with her. I just said ok. Then said I could sleep with her, but no sex. I just said ok. Ended up we made love all night, and every day and night after that for 4 solid days. Then I took a plane back home. We were a committed, long distance couple in love for 15 months, seeing each oither every 2 weeks. But that first date was my ideal date. And I still miss her.
Although such a written dream exercise could be fulled with an elaborate experience rich in physical detail, exotic food smells and sights, chemical electricity, and rich sounds with descriptive emotional responses portraying reactions to each other's compatibility, all positive components of a dream date, I will distill this response to what I most value:
Encountering a brilliant and responsible woman who shares my respect for reality and disdain for superstitions. One who shares my dry sense of humor and finds the Trump plutocracy as abhorrent as I. A woman deeply immersed in the beauty of our scientific discoveries with a lust for problem solving and further understanding the relationships of reality and our world’s ecosystems. Then onto hours of enlightened discussions where we share ideas and respect for each-others devotion to finding the best (most informed and reasoned) outcome for a spectrum of issues and paths of discovery that may change (for the better) the world we share. - - Think this qualifies as a “dream” (as in ain’t gonna happen) date. - -
Two or three hours of conversation in front of a fire with a bottle of wine.
Lately all I get is dream dates, or dates in dreams... It is late. So, dream date. Sharing dreams, sharing food, good conversation. Doesn't matter where or what kind of food. Just enjoying each other's company and some kind of fun activity.
I would not take a lady on a dream date as a first date because I advise women against going to isolated places with people they don't know well. Dream date for me is well planned, away from everything, no hussle and bussle, no man made sights or sounds. Off on a mountain, or beside a pool under a waterfall.
Plenty of time to enjoy the surrounds, great meal (I take a backpack), no interuptions and you get to know each other in isolation.
In January 2018, a medical doctor flew his small plane to Wenatchee, WA to take me to lunch. "Can we go for a plane ride?" I asked. "Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"Let's fly west to Leavenworth and to Stevens Pass," I suggested. "I want to see the snow at high alpine lakes where I love to hike. Then let's fly east to Lake Wenatchee and up the beautiful Napeequa Valley."
It was a glorious, sunny day with blue skies. Mountains were shining with snow. He loved my joy and happy feet as we flew over the mountains. He put the plane on auto-pilot and we kissed in the air. "I have never flown this way before," he said. "This is spectacular!"
That hour-long flight was an ecstatic and wonderful experience. I will never forget it.
Photo: Mt. Rainier (14,127' wrapped by the Enchantments.
Hitting one of the casinos in Atlantic City and booking one of those high-roller suites, and then my lady friend and I could relax in the bedroom suite hottub and feast on strawberries and champagne all night long. Is that not a delightfully sinful dream date or what
Dinner, horror movie and a long conversation...