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This is my idea of a perfect date:
Make a strict schedule and let her know the hours beforehand so she would adjust her curfew accordingly.
-Pick her up from under her house.
-Kiss her hand.
-Open the door for her.
-Make a playlist of her favorite songs to play in the car.
-Take her to do something you’d usually do with your boys i.e chill out at koshk/ahwa/spot. (They go crazy over that for some reason)
-Make reservations in either her favorite restaurant or an exciting new one that you’ve heard about.
-Go get ice cream (that’s a prerequisite).
-Go play arcades (let her win obviously)
-Prepare a gift bag and put it under the passenger seat with the following: (Favorite chocolate, lots of candy, a card, a cool cover for her phone instead of that one you hate, a gift card for a spa including a massage and anything you think she always wanted but never had the time to get).
-Drive her home.
-Kiss hand again.
-Never call her again.
“Some of us aren’t meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make it our own place.”
— Elizabeth Lowell
“Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.”
— Carl Sandburg, from The Complete Poems; “Under the Harvest Moon,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)