who wants an old fashioned date?

whats a old fashion date?

It's the kind where the man is a gentleman; he tells you how beautiful you look, he opens the door for you, he pulls out your chair and stands until you sit/or stands until you're standing, you don't even have to think about paying for anything, and at the end of the night he doesn't expect or assume that he's having sex with you, instead, he tells you what a great time he had with you and wants to know if it's o.k. to call you again...

It's the kind where the man is a gentleman; he tells you how beautiful you look, he opens the door for you, he pulls out your chair and stands until you sit/or stands until you're standing, you don't even have to think about paying for anything, and at the end of the night he doesn't expect or assume that he's having sex with you, instead, he tells you what a great time he had with you and wants to know if it's o.k. to call you again...

It's the kind where the man is a gentleman; he tells you how beautiful you look, he opens the door for you, he pulls out your chair and stands until you sit/or stands until you're standing, you don't even have to think about paying for anything, and at the end of the night he doesn't expect or assume that he's having sex with you, instead, he tells you what a great time he had with you and wants to know if it's o.k. to call you again...

YIKES... what Fairy Tale did THAT come from? (i.e. Brother's Grimm, etc...)

... then the (typical mainland U.S.) girl turns into a pumpkin, starts mouthing off Feminist ideals and demands, comments about how she is "so into" her career, and tells you she just wants to be "fr-r-r-r-riends", and date "around", after you have already been fed the hook-line-and-sinker BS routine of "she must be a virgin" phony-baloney all night long... ick...

The last thing on Earth I want is a date, I prefer to be single, and will be preferring that for decades to come.

So, I guess my answer is... umm... "not me"...

I'll take a taco to go please.

Drive through courtship. The shortened version for our busy lives.

Ummmm, I thought we were all placing orders for what we'd like this evening.

Oh, just for this evening? Sweet! I'll have a foot long weiner sans the bun.

It's the kind where the man is a gentleman; he tells you how beautiful you look, he opens the door for you, he pulls out your chair and stands until you sit/or stands until you're standing, you don't even have to think about paying for anything, and at the end of the night he doesn't expect or assume that he's having sex with you, instead, he tells you what a great time he had with you and wants to know if it's o.k. to call you again...