Lovely Date.

I want to go on a date where they serve food on square white china. The restaurant is overlooking downtown Manhattan. The waiters are polite. The wine is fine and the menu impeccable.

After dinner I want to walk along the pier and just talk while facing the West New York skyline and maybe visit a bar in the village where we get too drunk to remember our surnames.

And while my date and I are sharing a yellow taxi at 4am, I want him to kiss me, compliment my well put together ensemble and insist I call him the next day.

Too much to ask?