What to do on the first date

bogarter wrote:

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I've been dating the same girl for 3 years and we did not kiss for several weeks when we started dating. She was one of those girls who would have felt very uncomfortable kissing someone she barely knew, so you just have to see how the date goes. You should be getting some kind of vibe from her, that will tell you to go for it or wait. In the end, just be a gentleman.

Lazy L wrote:

I don't go for more than cheek on the first date. If it goes somewhere from there, then so be it. No need to rush things...is romance really dead?

I wouldn't call myself a "romantic" as I just don't like the sound of it, but I really see a big difference between how I would do things compared to a lot of what you see on these threads. As long as the first date communicates that it's not a friend thing, and she is left looking forward to more (and I mean, just spending more time with you), then I would call that a successful first date.

Agree completely...

Anyway, I wanted to add that posting in this thread means the OP is doomed. The only way to really, really screw up a kiss (or any physical contact) is to make it feel contrived. And girls can feel that right away. So just do whatever feels natural!

Good cross reference!

Dude, don't be a pussy. If she's into you enough to go on a date with you, she's into you enough to kiss you, probably more. Take this with you to the grave. Sac up and get after it.

NikeXC wrote:

I've been dating the same girl for 3 years and we did not kiss for several weeks when we started dating. She was one of those girls who would have felt very uncomfortable kissing someone she barely knew, so you just have to see how the date goes. You should be getting some kind of vibe from her, that will tell you to go for it or wait. In the end, just be a gentleman.

Props to you. The girls worth waiting for are really worth waiting for. Patience pays off.

if you're not mutually kissing wildly after the date is over, its probably not going anywhere anyways. the trick is to act suave, get in her face during the night, and ask her "do you want to kiss me?"

goulet wrote:

if you're not mutually kissing wildly after the date is over, its probably not going anywhere anyways. the trick is to act suave, get in her face during the night, and ask her "do you want to kiss me?"

Don't ask if she wants to kiss you. That makes it even more awkward. Do you need permission?

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