I have many ideas of what I constitute as a “perfect date”, this one is one of them.
Meet up with girl, she looks beautiful, as she always does. She says she just threw her outfit on, but she’s just being modest , it took her forever to pick out that outfit because she chose that outfit hoping I would notice the little things she did to look extra special for me.
We go out to eat. Nothing too expensive or too cheap, someplace that’s nice and alittle bit intimate. After we eat, I would take her to a bar (Only if she drinks of course). A place that’s again, not to expensive or too cheap, someplace that’s small or medium in size that is alittle bit intimate.
After one or two drinks at the bar, then I would buy a 6 pack and I would take her to Central Park, were we would walk around and drink. All the while we would also swap stories and crack jokes to one another. I would take her to the kids playground area of the park and I would push her on the swings and talk some more, then I would jump on one of the swings and we would continue to talk. We would then share a moment of comfortable silence with one another, as the creeking of the swings echos in the night and the sound of our feet pushing against the ground provided the perfect background noise.
For that moment, we are just a couple of overgrown kids sharing a common childhood activity as we interlock our fingers and hand in hand, we swing on the swing set together, looking at each other from time to time and sharing a couple of smiles.
Once we finish swinging on the swing sets, we would walk around Central Park alittle bit more and finish of our beers on one of the park benches. I would lay on her lap and we would talk about random things like our dreams, our memories, our interest, and our goals. She would stroke my head and I would pull out my ipod and we would listen to music as I bury my head deeper into her lap, eyes closed, hoping this moment never ends because I feel so at peace when I’m with her. I would raise my head from her lap, climb on top of her and kiss her slowly and passionately, as every ounce of my affection for this girl in front of me races out from every part of my body and onto my lips, we’re it will transfer from my lips to hers, she’ll feel it, and her body will do the same, connecting as one.
Just two people sharing a romantic, passionate moment with each other, as time stops and the only thing that can be heard is the sound of the music playing through the headphones.
Once the moment is over, we would travel around the city, maybe make the rounds and go to a few house parties, a get-together or two and sit on the porch of one of our mutual friends houses and watch the sun come up over the horizon.
I would then walk her home, kiss her, and then she would invite me up to her room and we would have sex. Afterwards, I would look at her as she lays in bed next to me asleep and say to myself “God, I truly am a luck man to lay in bed with the most beautiful person in the world.”
