Meme, part 3: Your idea of the perfect first date

The perfect first date would be one where you don’t even know it’s a date. Here’s how that might go: I’m sitting on a bench in the city, reading a book, when the guy comes walking by, sees me and sits down. We start talking about the book, the day we’ve had - normal things like that, when he suddenly goes “Hey, are you hungry?” and I say that I am. So we go have lunch at some nice café to continue talking. Afterwards we don’t really want to split up, so we go for a walk around the city and end up by the castle (not the royal castle, but the fortress), where we just stroll around for a little while in a comfortable silence where we just sort of give each other little looks in the corner of our eyes, grinning when we catch the other one doing the same. After a little while he suggests sort of shyly that we get a beer somewhere, and I say I know just the place. Obviously we end up at the Irish Pub, where we drink lots of Guinness, really loosen up and talk. We have a late dinner there and when we get out it’s really dark outside. When we eventually split up – reluctantly – after having spontaneously spent the entire day together, he kisses me and we arrange to meet again.



And on the way home I’m singing Lou Reed’s Perfect Day in my head. Of course.