Theres something about the mountains, isn't there? I wouldn't normally post on here, but I had recently been dumped by a boyfriend, whose idea of dinner in retrospect I worked out was to invite whatever woman he was meeting up with his round to his place for "dinner". He would make it seem as if he was a genuine, "nice" guy but who was actually just practised in using Tinder and was horribly false. I was really into him at one point and couldn't understand the way he was acting or the things he was saying, and now I can't bear to even think about him. Oh, and he would try and push his pseudo vegan food choices on you along with his near-anorexia. He ended it horribly and was pretty nasty about it.
Anyway, a month later, I got invited out by a man for dinner in the Swiss Alps to a mountain top restaurant, as in I literally got on a plane and flew there (I knew him already reasonably well). The sun came down over the mountains as were dining, casting shadows over the peaks as it got gradually darker, which made the mountains look even more spectacular. He insisted on paying and point blank refused to let me contribute. He knew how the food was grown in the region and explained the special type of cattle and how they were raised and his conversation was interesting and varied too. He spoke 3 languages fluently, wasn't only looking for one thing and was just such a perfect and courteous gentleman. He also took me for a tour of a couple of interesting places in the region before dinner and made a huge effort but not in a showy or arrogant way, but in a way that came naturally to him.
The contrast was so great with my previous experience that I was almost unable to take it in and it made me feel healed. It made me realise that there are men out there who have maybe slightly old fashioned courtesy and standards of behaviour, perhaps in a very central European way, and I was able to raise my standards and see through guys who are not genuine. We are still seeing each other and hope to move closer soon. There are some people who enhance your life and others you regret giving a chance.
Of course, its not the cost of the dinner or the fanciness of the restaurant that makes an experience good, its the genuine intention and effort put in by the two people who are there. I could eat dinner on a campground round the fire in the pouring rain and be just as happy if it was with the right person.