If we can believe their proclamations, two things single women in this part of the country typically seek with a partner are romantic candlelight dinners and long strolls on a moonlit beach.
The dinners, we can suppose, are either at elegant restaurants or in his dwelling (where he displays his gourmet cooking skills to her fullest appreciation), either way with suitable wine in sparkling stemware. Let’s just hope he remembers to ask her beforehand if she enjoys his signature dishes. (Mea culpa, on my end.) I don’t think hamburger and fries, by the way, go with her candlelit setting.
From observation, let me add that the restaurants often wind up as intimidating experiences for the would-be couple. When my wife and I go out, we expect to laugh, to banter with the wait staff, to be entertained by the possibilities of food and ambiance. When we were reviewing dining spots, even the disasters turned into fun-filled adventures – OK, if we’d been paying full fare, we would have been justifiably miffed. As columnists, though, we got our revenge.
The nighttime beach, though, is another matter. Having had opportunities to spend time approaching midnight on local beaches, I can tell you few couples are found strolling there, much less romantically. Except for a few nights in prime summer – the days hovering around the century mark, the night’s nippy and windy. The moon, for its part, is in its fullest stages only a few nights each summer, and many of those are cloudy. Without a bright moon, it’s impossibly dark near the water – even spooky, with or without sea fog rolling in.
You can come to love the ocean that way, but it’s a stark environment.
For romance, though, I think you need a driftwood fire. Plus the right wine and a corkscrew.
Wine? It’s the one thing both events seem to have in common.
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I agree on the moonlit beach, I stayed on a beach until night once and it was pretty scary 😀
Hm it sounds like the single guys in your area don’t stand a chance!
Well, you could say there were reasons both the men and women were single.
Ha ha! This makes me think of Sting’s song ‘Fields of gold’, which talks about the joys of a romantic encounter amid a barley crop. I know that a wheatfield can scratch you to shreds, and my soil-scientist husband says barley’s even worse. Best seen from a distance – with a glass of wine, naturally 🙂
A barley field, as I remember from Washington state, is gorgeous in the sunlight. I’m assuming it can be ethereal in the moonlight as well … from a distance!