The Perfect Date


Dear Readers,

When you think about the perfect date you probably imagine lavish extremities like bouquets of fresh-cut flowers, imported chocolate, a bottle of expensive wine, five-star restaurants, sunset walks along the beach, and midnight carriage rides. But what does it all mean? Other than an empty wallet—the “happily ever after” that we expect to follow these romantic nights depend not on how we spend our time and money, but, who we spend it with.

Sincerely, The Open Closet

PS. THIS IS JUST AN EXCERPT FROM MY BOOK: “The Open Closet: Letters From A Gay Man” (Available on AMAZON & KINDLE)

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11 thoughts on “The Perfect Date

  1. That was beautiful. Too often, I feel like we set off unrealistic illusions and sometimes we just need to appreciate what we already have. I’m like you, a hopeless romantic. Love all of that corny stuff! The best date I ever had was at the local park. There was nothing “romantic” about it, but it was still special.

    1. There are so many little things that we take for granted…its when we lose those we love that we start noticing that they are missing. Hopefully, if we are lucky, we will realize this before we say goodbye. Thanks for reading and sharing.

  2. Best date I ever had was just me and a guy sitting at the lake front one evening and just talking till the sun started to rise. This post makes me wanna go back to that moment;)
    Thanks for sharing.

    1. Thank you. I think it is important to remember these types of moments, especially when we are so lucky to have them. Love and relationships are not always easy to have, so we must be attentive to them.

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