Leave the Idealization of the First Date at the Door – Verily
Accept the beauty of reality. Picture this: a girl getting dolled up in front of her bedroom mirror, primping for hours until she is sure she looks perfect. A boy shows up at her front door and nervously knocks, flowers hidden behind his back. He sweeps her away on his arm to a candlelit dinner where they lean in, talking non-stop (interrupted only by a few nervous giggles and blushes). Later when he drives her home (after modestly holding her hand on the way to the car), he walks her to the door, and under the front porch light, she stands on her tiptoes for a kiss. Sigh . . . This, dear reader, is a fiction, probably inspired by an episode of Leave it to Beaver. Realistically, she didn’t feel like she looked perfect and probably wished she had more deodorant on. The conversation didn’t always flow easily and was peppered with awkward silences and small talk about the waiter. He probably had a piece of lettuce stuck in his teeth before the main course. And as for the goodnight k...