1/16/09

A Date That Will Live In Infamy

The First Date.

I always know when it's First Date Day because I spend the majority of the day feeling like I'm going to throw up. 

First dates are the worst. People who enjoy them are masochists or they haven't been on enough first dates. However, they are mandatory steps that needs to happen. You don't get to have last nights Szechwan shrimp and a 'The Facts of Life' marathon on a Sunday afternoon without it. 

My standard first date: drinks. Is it highly original? No. Highly practical? Yes. I like a late date. Go out at 9, have a few drinks, call it a night. After a two hour conversation you'll know if this girl is worthy of a picnic in the park. The worst thing is wasting a delicious meal on someone who spends the majority of the night talking about some girl they made out with earlier in the week.

The first date is a super big deal. Bring your 'A' game. Please put a little though into your outfit. (I know what you're thinking. I'm not high maintenance, I just like to look nice. There's a difference.) 

Give people a chance. Too often I make snap judgements and discount them right off the bat. If you went out, had a nice time, and they didn't try and murder you, go out again. Maybe they hate first dates just as much as you do. 

Okay, here's where I sound like your mom: online dating is becoming more prevalent with each passing holiday spent alone; thus ensuring more quality people to choose from. However, there is still a fair share of creeps out there. Always meet at a public place, let someone know where you are going and can you empty the dishwasher?

Good luck!

With that being said, you're on your own now. Remember, if it doesn't work out. Don't worry about it. There will always be better girls out there. I was a little sad when the first girl I went out with blew me off (I know, right?) When I went back online, it was like an awesome bomb exploded, there were so many amazing new girls. Looking back, I'm glad she ended it, I hate being the blower-offer. Now she feels like a jerk and I get to go out with whoever I want. I win. 

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