My perfect date would start with my date picking me up, and handing me a single red rose, We would go to a nice meal, Then going and having some fun, being are selves and really geting to know each other, and by fun i mean going to a park and playing around like kid or going to a carnival, then at the end of the date we would share a kiss. the3n my date would call me 5 minutes later to say "that was fun you want to go out agin tomorrow?"

Me getting a date would be a good start

on time
smell good

Brains and personality. Ready to go to 6 Flags or wherever (movie, etc) then a nice supper and snuggling.

This maybe a three part date.

One would be a person to ask out.

Two would be acceptance.

Three would be the fact hell did indeed freeze over, because she said yes. I may add heart attack meds would be also involved.

I show up. She pay me $7 (in food stamps) to use me for her personal gratification then gives me 10 minutes to get wiped off then kicks me out of the door before her grandma wakes up.

I am Rico Suave'.

LOL.
Krupa, you rock. You always make me laugh.

I also scream my own name when I orgasm Mach.....that is as romantic as I get.

I knew that piece of information...I figured you must really be that good!!!

~My perfect date would be a date to the Circus holding hands watching the performers then a small stroll perhaps a hot chocolate & a lovely kiss goodnite!~ :)

Best date ever: We both decide to leave pretentious party, kick off our shoes (my pumps were killing me), walk on the beach hand in hand talking until sunrise (covering ecology, silent movies, the meaning of life, knock-knock jokes, art history, football, you name it). A respectable short kiss at the end and thirty minutes later a 3 hour phone call.

A perfect date to me would be one that seemed to go very quickly but actually lasted all night and into the morning. And left me very eager for a second one.

one where i laugh so hard i pee a little...and that's ok

Thank you I will MirandaShela.

Nice long walk side by side. Maybe a quiet dinner some place. Or a slow drive out in the country site seeing. Or at night to see all the Christmas lights.

My perfect date would be the one that leads to never having to "date" again...

I can't imagine anything perfect about dating. It's merely a means to an end for me.

I don't have a perfect date. A "perfect" date with one person may be completely different than a "perfect" date with another. So, it will depend on who I'm with.

My turn!

Ok, lets start with the personal grooming. She sends over a complete never used spa with 3 attendents to clean and pamper me. Once I smell and feel like I'm floating on air she has the chauffeur pick me up (and I mean literally pick me up) and put me in the stretch. After a freshly squeezed juice we arrive at the airport where I get on the private jet. I meet her on board and she is looking "tens". As we take off we head east 40 miles and raise to a reasonable altitude so we may see the lay of the land. She then points out a huge line that was drawn on the ground from Mexico 400 miles north. The line is just east of las Vegas. As we snuggle she tells me that she purchased from this line over to the Pacific and is giving it to me. We celebrate with a great red wine and 5 choices of prime cut steak (lobster on the side).

As we land in San Clemente Cali we are greeted by Barack and Michelle and escorted to our new ocean side pad. We have a brief meeting with Krupa and manO to discuss the evening party festivities and make our way down to the guests. Tony sings a few numbers while we snuggle yet more on the beach. After getting cleaned up by the attendants we make the announcement to our mingle friends of their new homes and cars. Oprah helps hand out the keys as Ellen has a few inspiring words. Leaving the party in capable hands we make our way to the master suite.

The next morning I wake up beside pepper licking me in my face and wagging her tail. I take a deep breath and smile. Right at the time I start to think this was only a dream I roll over to find a chocolate and note which says "daddy wants to know if we would like to own France or Italy". I pull my silk sheets back over me and sleep in.