First day blues, they say. It's like "never eat burgers on your first date". They're greasy and the catsup might just smear your dress.
My idea of a first date though is pretty simple. Talking for hours and hours, and just enjoying the company. For me, I wouldn't go out with someone if I don't actually like the person. Thus, the "companionship". It's like getting giddy over similar things that you discover from each other and sharing eye-to-eye conversations. It's also the...uhm, kilig factor that always accompanies us. It's the boggling thought on what move to make when it's time to say goodnight - whether to share a warm hug or to put a peck on the cheek.
I don't really daydream of having a formal dinner, or watching an iMax movie. It's ok spending the night on a beach, under the night blanket of stars. It may just be at a simple restaurant, or at some random garden. How the date goes doesn't really put a significant impact on me. It is on eyes glued to each other, it is on the arms 'accidentally' brushing, the pressure when he's just an inch away and the involuntary blush and sparkle you give off.