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It's true! My fiancee proposed to me over a handwrapped filet mignon and home-made mashed potatoes!
Seriously though. I also don't recommed a move theater on a first date. You might get a taste of their sense of humor, but that's about it.
My very first date ever (I was 18), we parked in Nevada City, walked around main street for a while, and then decided that we wanted to spend more time together. So we walked to the next town over
We ate dinner in Grass Valley, where he made me laugh so hard I *literally* smacked my face on the table accidentally. Yea, that was embarrassing. I figured I would probably never see him again so I dove in and asked if he wanted to make us "official". I figured I had nothing to lose at that point. I mean, I had just slammed my face into the table. He said yes
We walked back to our cars holding hands, and we parted with a kiss on the cheek that left him wantin more
Later we calculated our route and we had walked almost 20 miles that night!
We dated for 8 months, so I musta did something right!
So, moral of the story: Make mashed potatoes, and smack your face on inanimate objects. It'll be grand.