Our first REAL date wouldnt happen until after meeting for coffee or something, just to get a feel for each other.
Our evening would start when you appear at my door step, looking dashing. You take my arm and escort me to the car, open the door for me then walk around and get in. We have such intriguing conversation on the way to our destination, that I am surprised when we arrive. Its a small, dimley lit restaurant with a small dance floor and friendly service. You ask the waiter to disturb us as little as possible, as he leads us to our table in the corner. You pull out my chair for me, and sit down. We have a charming time, talking and laughing over dinner and wine. We dance a little, maybe a fox trot or tango. We walk around the shops still talking and laughing, and then you drive me home. You walk me to my door. I tell you I had a realy nice time. You say the same and ask if we can see each other again. When I say yes, you smile, give me a kiss on the cheek and then say until then, good night.
Well, maybe I have an overactive imagination, but you get the drift. I guarante you that the only true way to get to know me is by talking to me... A LOT. I may still surprise you.