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"The (perfect) dating game, part one Blossoms and I have both been asking for better dates. We have mostly been making dinner, opening a bottle of wine and watching The Wire on DVD. We wanted some excitement. But I started thinking, What is it she fantasizes about, if she lets herself fantasize about the perfect date? And how different is it from what I think? As a little experiment, we both came up with ideas for wide-ranging, sexy, fun, weird, excellent dates. Her installment first: We get all fancied up and go eat caviar, drink icy vodka and then go to the opera. We pretend we&amp;#x27;re just in town to see this production and, of course, we sip champagne at intermission. We see a late movie and then eat a really late dinner. We get a midnight reservation, when all the Europeans come out, and it feels like eating in Paris or Milan. As I climb into bed, I find a book you&amp;#x27;ve left for me with a page marked, and it&amp;#x27;s the sex scene from a book written about a time when women had corsets, and then we act it out. Though maybe minus the corset and plus some massage oil. You plan a dinner in an unexpected place. Like at a friend&amp;#x27;s apartment if they&amp;#x27;re not home and they have a back garden. Or in the park. Create some kind of pretense, and when we arrive, dinner is all set up and waiting for us. It would be logistically difficult but not impossible. I know, I know, but just one time (and we will never talk about it again), I walk in the door and find the whole apartment lit with candles. Dozens. Like in the movies. We meet at a restaurant we&amp;#x27;ve never been to before. And we act like we are on a blind date. A blind date with some major electricity between the two blind daters. We don&amp;#x27;t talk about anything mundane, like the cleaning lady--we employ that charming version of ourselves people employ when they first start dating. You buy me $900 shoes. That&amp;#x27;s it. Never do it again. But just once. Camping! I know what you think (that I wouldn&amp;#x27;t actually like camping). But the reason I love the idea of camping is that it&amp;#x27;s us against the world. Also: It&amp;#x27;s the kind of camping where we bring wine and eat quesadillas that we might make at the stove in the Winnebago."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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