Now, I don't think I really need to explain this manly moment, but I guess I will. Gentlemen, sincerely telling a lady that she looks beautiful will automatically make the kind of first impression all men want: a good one. That is if you have the guts to do it.
Also, make sure you follow through by planning and executing dates that substantiate the persona you've created with your winning first impression.
Let's take my dates with Preston for an example.
First date: He walked me home from a late night exam review, when we were nearing my apartment he said "I'd like to take you out for dinner this weekend, would Friday be okay?" Although I'm not sure I love the wording of his invitation--he assumed I'd want to go, he didn't really ask--I appreciate his courage and straightforwardness.
We went to dinner at a charming Italian restaurant downtown. The food was delicious, and the ambiance was lovely--there was even a friendly old accordion-playing man wandering between the tables taking song requests. It felt like a scene from Lady and the Tramp. ...except I'm not a dog, he wasn't a tramp, and there were no spaghetti kisses.
Second date: It was Christmas break and he was staying at his parents' house, just a 20-minute drive from my parents' house. He took me to Zupas (my favorite!) for lunch.
In the middle of a very engaging conversation, I realized that he was staring at me. It wasn't a creepy stare, but his gaze was enough for me to cease speaking. As soon as I stopped he said "You are so beautiful."
I blushed.
Third Date: Christmas break, continued.
He picked me up at my parents' house, my mother insisted on meeting him. She was charmed and he smirked and smiled as a young man should when he's meeting a lady's parents.
We were both excited to see the newly-released movie, Les Miserables, and we'd talked about it quite a bit. So, naturally, we went together. And that good, brave man held my hand. *This isn't a movie-review blog, so I won't talk about my opinion of the movie, but I will say this: I was disappointed with it.
Later, over Christmas break I told him that I had a terrible cold. He offered to bring me soup and shovel my snow driveway. Win-ner.
Fourth Date: We returned to College Town and one night he asked me over for a dinner date. He knew I lilked curry (oh! how I love it!) so we made curry together. (If you are comfortable in the kitchen, I strongly reccommend this as a date idea. I loved it.)
Following our scrumptious dinner, we watched Midnight in Paris, a movie he reccommended--he said he thought I'd like it. And like it, I did! I really appreciated that he took my interests into consideration in planning the date.
We went to dinner at a charming Italian restaurant downtown. The food was delicious, and the ambiance was lovely--there was even a friendly old accordion-playing man wandering between the tables taking song requests. It felt like a scene from Lady and the Tramp. ...except I'm not a dog, he wasn't a tramp, and there were no spaghetti kisses.Second date: It was Christmas break and he was staying at his parents' house, just a 20-minute drive from my parents' house. He took me to Zupas (my favorite!) for lunch.
In the middle of a very engaging conversation, I realized that he was staring at me. It wasn't a creepy stare, but his gaze was enough for me to cease speaking. As soon as I stopped he said "You are so beautiful."
I blushed.
Third Date: Christmas break, continued.
He picked me up at my parents' house, my mother insisted on meeting him. She was charmed and he smirked and smiled as a young man should when he's meeting a lady's parents.
We were both excited to see the newly-released movie, Les Miserables, and we'd talked about it quite a bit. So, naturally, we went together. And that good, brave man held my hand. *This isn't a movie-review blog, so I won't talk about my opinion of the movie, but I will say this: I was disappointed with it.
Later, over Christmas break I told him that I had a terrible cold. He offered to bring me soup and shovel my snow driveway. Win-ner.
Following our scrumptious dinner, we watched Midnight in Paris, a movie he reccommended--he said he thought I'd like it. And like it, I did! I really appreciated that he took my interests into consideration in planning the date.
So there you have it, my experience with a real-life gentleman.
-Lady L.
I feel I just have to add something here . . . from a male's personal experience. Doing sweet, nice, or gentlemanly things places you on this plane where there is a fine line between creepy and cute. That line is reciprocal interest. I feel lots would see me as a gentleman, but unfortunately none of my love interests over the past few years have!
ReplyDeleteI feel I just have to add something here . . . from a male's personal experience. Doing sweet, nice, or gentlemanly things places you on this plane where there is a fine line between creepy and cute. That line is reciprocal interest. I feel lots would see me as a gentleman, but unfortunately none of my love interests over the past few years have!
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