There must be equal numbers of ladies and gents, so booking is essential.
A guy I'd been seeing had come over and we’d just finished watching a movie.
But there is one compelling reason to give them a try: morbid curiosity. For the past three months, I have been following at a local pub, where I was attending an event with friends.
It wasn’t quite a “singles dance” (the book is pretty keen on those), but it was as close to one as I will get, being under 50 years old.
Aside from his repeated requests (and my repeated denials) that we “find somewhere to lie down,” the evening had gone smoothly.
Then we started making out and he fell asleep: just leaned his head back and closed his eyes, mid-kiss.
For all the freakishly precise instructions about how to get a date, are practically mum on what to do during the date itself.