Dating (the kind you do before marriage) can be brutal. I’m
pretty sure my husband and I got married because neither of us could stomach it
anymore. First dates are the worst. I suppose the ideal first date is one that
gives you an inkling of who the other person is, and ends up leading to a
second date. By those criteria, a night at the movies is a horrible idea. You sit in the dark for two hours without speaking. My college roommates and I had a brilliant
first date idea. We invited guys in for a homemade dinner: salad, spaghetti,
meatballs, the works. It was inexpensive and let them know we were terrific
cooks. One more thing: we didn’t use plates. We served it all on a very clean
vinyl tablecloth. Our dates’ reactions told us everything we needed to know
about them. If they didn’t have a sense of humor, there was never a second
date.
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