Late-starter as i am, i didn't go on my first one-to-one date with a lady until i was 18, in my first year of university Matriculation. Looking back, things were much simpler then.
A nice date would involve a bumpy ride together on the now extinct bas mini; 50 sen for a roller coaster ride to put Genting's best rides to shame! A feast would be a dinner at Pizza Hut, the Super Supreme if you wanted to impress her, otherwise just a pepperoni pizza if it was only hunger you wanted to satisfy.
A movie if there was anything worth watching, otherwise a simple ramble thru the mall, or a walk in park, stopping by every other bench or table to sit and chat, or just be comfortable in the silence of each other's company. Then, when all was said and done, the inevitable bus ride home, bumpy too, dangerous most certainly.
Once arrived, the quiet walk to send her back to the dorm, a smile, a wave goodbye, a promise to call (eventhough it meant an hour's wait in line for the dorm public phone to be free). A flutter of the heart, and then the date would be over.
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