I don’t date a lot, but I do have some pretty firm ideas of what a good first date should look like – who should pay the man, how long one should wait if the other person is late 5 minutes. 10 if they’re seriously dope, and whether there should be kissing always. What I’m less clear [...]
I don’t date a lot, but I do have some pretty firm ideas of what a good first date should look like – who should pay
the man, how long one should wait if the other person is late 5 minutes. 10 if they’re seriously dope, and whether there should be kissing always.
What I’m less clear on is what the ideal first date activity is. As you guys know I have the weirdest eating habits ever, so dinner dates are not exactly conducive to putting my best foot forward. I’m also not a drinker so if the man is the sort to feel awkward about being the only one imbibing, it’s not the best look for him. I hate going to the movies (and have had bad luck with movie dates) so that’s out too. I’m a fan of breakfast dates and coffee dates, but I usually get a major squinty eye when I suggest such things.
Of the dates I’ve been on, many of them have had kind of strange venues. I’ve gone grocery shopping with a man on the first date, been one more than one bookstore date, and I’ve even been on a Shoppers Drug Mart date. Random, I know, but there is something pretty cool to me about taking care of somewhat mundane errands while getting to know someone new. I think it’s easier to get to know someone that way.
I have a theory that the perfect first date is to invite the person over to your house for a meal. It’s perfect – you have privacy so you can get to know each other without distractions, at the beginning when you’re the most nervous you have the meal preparation to take your mind off the nerves. Because you’re staying inside you
can dress like a slut don’t have to dress weather-appropriate, and you’re automatically putting yourself in a flattering light by showing off your culinary skills. It should be a win, right?
Sadly this idea has some inherent flaws. For one thing, inviting someone you don’t know well to your house is not the smartest move ever. If you don’t like the guy you can’t pull the “oh I have an emergency” #swindle and leave…you have to find creative ways to kick her out. For ladies, inviting a man to your house do early in the game sets a bad precedent. And of course the likelihood that you’ll bone on the first date increases exponentially when you’re dating chez vous.
All the same I’m still a fan of this plan and have hopes that I’ll one day get to test this theory. It may be the day I get killed Mr. Goodbar-style, but at least I’ll finally know whether I was right.
But tell me what you guys think? Do you agree that the at-home dinner is the greatest first date ever or am I crazy? What’s your foolproof plan for a great first date? Speak on it in the comments.