Preparation: Usually 2hrs. Although I have gotten to the more experienced level at 1 1/2 hrs.
Routine: Shower. Skin/facial Treatments of various natures/types. Blow hair. Touch up hair with flat Iron. Finally, Makeup!
I usually have a few predetermined choices of first date outfits. The criteria for a first-date outfit: It’s got to be 100% gorgeous as voted upon by all RED’s family members including myself.
Accessories: Whatever I am in the mood for that for that particular evening.
Boy’s Arrival: Emotional Makeup: Listen to some upbeat or classical music to relax. Practice smiling in the mirror a few times, and periodically scream to anyone in sight:”OMG I can’t believe I am going out….What’s his name again?”
I am usually too busy touching up my makeup, and screaming (well silently at this point), and squeezing my younger sister’s arm every few minutes. After about 10 min. I walk down the steps slowly and with great poise to make my grand entrance/appearance. Is this how the runway feels?
My date typically throws me a quick smile, and jumps up so that he can open the front door, and get out already! Hey, are my parents that intimidating?!
Anyway, the guy usually opens up the front door, and we walk out with this awkward feeling.
The guy opens the car door for me, and runs to the other side so that I can close it myself. Is this a guy’s version of a half-baked attempt at gentlemen’s/manners—or did he just miss the class on dating etiquette or ran out in the middle?
Mr. Blind date starts the conversation by talking about the weather or about our destination. One guy had the nerve to ask me how my day was on a First date! How am I supposed to answer that?
Me: Well, it was a rather tense day because I was thinking about a particular young man whom you might know very well!
Hotel Lounge/bar, Starbucks or some oddity…
I get to take off my coat, and display myself. One guy actually insisted that I leave my shawl in the car! Whose coat is it anyway?!
The boy allows himself to really check me out at this point. I can usually detect a hidden smile as he inspects the inventory in question. Now it is my chance to see how the guy looks in a front profile.
We order drinks, and the interview officially begins. I am the one who typically asks a lot of questions…and, if he is bright enough to question me I can tell him that I work part-time for the FBI.
2.5 to 3 hrs. Later we end the conversation abruptly, and head back into his car.
The drive home is awkward at times because I am thinking over the date, and trying to figure out if he is worth a Third date. No- I know how to count. It’s just that the Second date is usually a given on my side unless the guy was totally out of the ballpark.
This is the worst part of the date!
One date did an express delivery by stopping the car in front of my house, and pressing the accelerator the moment he hear the car door slam.
Another guy offered to walk me up the stairs to my house. I politely declined since there are a lot of steps leading to my house.
Others would just say thank you, and at least stay in the car long enough to watch me do my climbing act up the stairs, and enter the safety of my home.