My perfect date is simple, but I have it all planned out in my head.
It's after work and I don't feel tired at all. Joe comes downstairs and says he wants to go out. He tells me to dress warm. I grab my coat and we load up in his truck. We talk, that is I talk as well as him all the way to a clear spot with no light pollution. He puts the car in park and we move to the bed of his truck which I didn't notice is filled with blankets and pillows. He pulls out a bottle of wine, something I like, a sweet red or a dry white. We drink and eat a picnic dinner of pizza and wine. Then we look up. It's then I realize it's a meteor shower. And we drink and watch metors and cuddle.
So that's my perfect date.
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