Anyway, ever since this thread started I wanted to say I think the first date's perfection lies more in whether the two people connect than in the activity. Of course I'm no expert.
You don't have to be an expert to be right. The last "first date" I had was 29 years ago, and that definition of perfection nailed it.
We'd met two weeks earlier at a bar in my hometown. There was an immediate connection, and I wound up driving her home, and it included a torrid make-out session in front of her house. She gave me her number (and I still have the card and carry it in my wallet).
I called her a week later and she said she was sick. I thought she was blowing me off, but she said in a panic, "No, no, I'm really sick!
Please call me again!"
How do you say no to that? I did, and we went out the next Friday night to a bar owned by her then-best friend's husband. It colder than a well digger's, er, shovel. There was snow on the ground and a wind chill in the single digits.
When I parked the car, it made a funny crackling noise. I walked over and took a look, didn't see much of anything out of the ordinary (I was more interested in her!) and we went inside. We sat and talked for maybe three hours and had a great time.
Then we went outside, and I really got a good look at my car. The A-frame had snapped, and the left front tire was at a 45 degree angle. So we began the long walk to her house -- about a mile and a half. She was wearing heels, and neither of us was dressed for the weather. I did my best to entertain her and distract her from the conditions. Looking back, I think I did a pretty good job of it.
We made it to the house, and that meant I had to meet her mom. Not what I wanted to do on the first date, but I needed to use their phone to call a tow truck. They had a pit bull, a great dane, and two cats. (The dogs were deathly afraid of one of the cats. Smart dogs.) I went into the house, met her mom and was making small talk when the great dane decided he liked me on sight. They tried to calm him down when my date walked back into the living room.
Disaster. The dog whirled to greet her. Did I mention he was a great dane? His tail was going 90-to-nothing, and as he pivoted, he nailed me in the groin and dropped me to me hands and knees. Arrrrgh.
My date screamed at the dog, "Stop that! I want to have kids someday!" It vaguely registered with me, but I was busy trying to stand back up without howling like one of the pooches.
Looking back, she says she still can't believe she said that on a first date. Some things are just meant to be, I guess.
Hearing that, no one should ever wonder why I fought so hard to preserve our marriage. And you should never, ever question why I picked the screen name I did. I knew it would work out and I knew things would be okay.
Some things are just meant to be. And there's no "I guess" qualifier on THAT statement.