that's the problem with sinkie charbors these days, placing a monetary thus material value on any date or romantic encounter. why can't they look at it differently in retrospect? what if the chap was thinking mcdonald's because the chick was a fast-food junkie and had time constraints for an elaborate fancy dinner date? it should be about the time spent together to explore chemistry and depth of attraction and interest in one another in body language and conversation rather than the place or food. love sparks can happen anywhere including a bus stop or at a dirty table in a busy kopitiam. what if the chap took painstaking effort and time to think about various song scores, select them and sequence them on a cd to make it a unique listening experience? there may be a theme or message in the selection and sequence of songs. those sentimental values sometimes are immeasurable and worth more than dollar signs. ok, i have just shitted a type 4. it's my sentimental side showing when i'm shitting.
that shit is for losers who read one too many danielle steel novels,watch one too many apple of my eye movies or 50 first dates.in the anime world,u have the guy bringing the girl to his secret mancave and throwing off the covers and revealing the biggest collection of otaku stuff,manga anime,dating sims,hentai dolls and idol magazine and confessing to his "crush" that he is the biggest creepiest otaku loser nerd in the world,and the heroine laughing and falling in love with the weirdo but obviously that shit only exist in the land of imagination.
or tomcat in love by tim o brien.bribing your childhood love when u were sixteen with a ladies' watch that cost 200 quid that u saved up 2 months for,while you make love to her on the creaking bonnet of your father's car in the fields of wheat in the middle of the cold winter's chill,while she grimaced in pain as u did the job while clutching the watch as tears streaked down her face.so romantic,such puppy love.