I like nice things. This goes for coffee shops as much as anything else. It’s not so much that the thing itself has to be expensive; I just want the experience to be rich.
And don’t get me wrong, I have had rich experiences that don’t cost a thing. But if I had my druthers for a first date, I’d be sipping expensive coffee over good conversation with an attractive man in a bougie hotel with an aesthetic lobby.
Which is exactly how I found myself walking up to my favorite hotel, my date waiting for me on the steps to the lobby.
“Did you have any trouble finding parking?” he asked.
“Easy, peasy. I parked on the street. How about you?”
I am not sure if it was any trouble for him or not, but this man did not find a spot on the street. Instead, he valet-parked, to the tune of $50.
I gasped.
Here’s my case for a first date coffee date:
Coffee will never bum me out, I love it so much. And being absolutely stoked is the frequency I am going for. It helps if your date also likes coffee, but it’s not essential. Like what you like, want what you want: that’s your frequency.
It is intentionally stingy with your time and energy. Your frequency is expensive, honey; this is how you treat it like an absolute luxury item. And what a wonderful litmus test: if you leave wanting more that’s your clue that you should say yes to a second date.
But back to Mr. Valet.
I gasped because I thought it was wild to valet for a coffee date. But then I realized, he just upgraded my druthers for a first date (adds “who treats my time and energy like it’s expensive and worth it”).
Reminder to self: your frequency is expensive.
