Wylde, 2025

Stereotypical "dates" rarely match their 'Hollywood" fantasy.

My ideal "date" I guess would be one that began way ahead of the meeting - even if we were married or living together. It would begin with the notion, the invitation, the time and place in mind, the preparation, the anticipation, the excitement of looking forward to being together, sharing whatever and wherever our date would be, and what it would entail.

For example, a "date" bushwalking or picnicking by a mountain stream, a lake or a coastal beach would be wonderful. As would an evening at the theatre.

And yes, touching, hand in hand, soul to soul, eyelid to eyelid, breath to breath, lost in the scent of a honeysuckle night or an hibiscus afternoon... This would be would be ecstasy.

Imagery, feeling, soft smells, skin touching... A three-quarter Eumundi moon, or an electric starry night in one of the living deserts of Australia.

Walking by Lake Taupo in New Zealand on a balmy Spring evening.

Climbing through the Australian High Country early Autumn.

Backpacking to and through the Andes.
A cafe by the Montevideo Quay.

Dancing in Buenos Aires.

Carinvale in Rio.

Boating along the Amazon.

Picnicking in the Selangor Tops on the Malay Peninsular.

Hiking from the Mekong to Angkor Wat, or upward atop Mt Bromo then over to Borrabadur - if that's her want.

I'd want to share her romance as much as I'd wish her to share mine.