#11: perfect first date.

I feel like this is like Pinterest but on a blog.
COMMENCE THE INDULGENT DAYDREAMING!

We wouldn't go out for dinner...we would serve dinner at a food pantry or shelter. Because I'm probably not really going to be interested in a guy who isn't involved with some type of service or selfless living in some capacity. I would also be able to see quickly if he's worth my time by how he treats the people he's serving. And it would be an easy way for him to get to know me and to see who I really am. And if he is intimidated by my passion or embarrassed to connect with people in need, well, his loss on two counts!

Also, serving food together is good because we could bond but not have to talk a whole lot, which is good for me because I talk way too much already and ask ridiculously personal questions as soon as I meet people. (Like, I just met someone at lunch on Sunday who just moved up from North Carolina. I asked him what was his drive and passion in his life, the reason he got up in the morning. He kind of freaked out and couldn't think of anything to say. Oops sorry dude.) (PS everyone should have an answer to that question...seriously.) (Never mind, I would totally ask the date guy that question.)

Then we would go to the West Village to see some type of experimental play in a black box theater in some musty basement, to get a dose of some art and also to maybe poke fun, depending on whether it's good or bad.

Now this is the part of the date where I reveal to this man how COMPLETELY INSANE I AM. Just kidding. But seriously, by now he's caught on...I'm intense.

So now we go out for drinks to calm him down. (If he orders some lady fruity drink...God help that man.) And we end up walking around Manhattan back to my apartment. If he's my type of guy, we end up playing some elaborate scavenger hunt around Midtown and being silly and jumping off things. He eventually drops me off at my door. If he's nice and I can see it going somewhere, I might kiss him. And then coyly toss my hair over my shoulder, wink like an '80s movie star, and whoosh into my apartment leaving him in the hallway NOT KNOWING WHAT HIT HIM.

If he is overwhelmed by my personality, he will not call back. And that'll be good. And if he digs it, we'll get married the next day, no lie.

This plan is foolproof.