If I am being honest, my fantasy first date scenario looks a little something like this: I am in a bar by myself having a malt milkshake (apparently my fantasy takes place in 1955), and a handsome, smart guy asks me to dance.

If I am being honest, my fantasy first date scenario looks a little something like this: I am in a bar by myself having a malt milkshake (apparently my fantasy takes place in 1955), and a handsome, smart guy asks me to dance.