First date advice that may just help find a perfect match
EAR kiss. A big smacker right on the lobe. That's how the first date with the squeeze finished.
I dropped him off. He leaned over to undo his seatbelt. And I swooped in for a smooch.
My aim was a little off. I was shooting for cheek. But copped a mouthful of ear.
It was an awkward end to an otherwise awesome outing.
Our Man About Town writes about first dates in Saturday's paper.
His advice: avoid the pub like the plague. I reckon the movies should be added to that list.
It's near impossible to get to know someone with your eyes fixed on a big screen.
Take a lesson from the Dean Jones School of Smooth instead.
We went clay shooting. And it was great.
There was a competition out on the field that day, so we had to wait a little while for a go.
Plenty of time to work out that we had a bit in common: we are both weirdos.
He told me about his dream to go on a Yeti hunt one day. He also spoke about some of the meals he can make.
I talk to myself. A lot. And you know what I whispered out loud? "Can cook…"
The words were meant to stay in my head, but they slipped right on out.
Dean told me later he thought I was a little odd. And that I talked a ton.
But as soon as I said that sentence he knew I was keen. I had a list and I was ticking off the boxes.
And it was the ear kiss that sealed the deal.
No matter what happens - it was a perfect first date.