I had been out on two dates with a guy and we were definitely having a great time. There was flirting and touching – but he hadn’t kissed me yet. I was getting a little nervous. We didn’t have definite plans for the third date, he just showed up at my front door at the designated time and said: “Have you ever been on a reverse date?” I said “no” and “what’s that?” (of course). He kisses me (fantastic) and then said lets go get dessert. . . and finally dinner. Get it? It was very cute.