I'm an athiest & Objectivist. I realize that eliminates 99.992% of the possible respondents on the planet; but I'm only looking for one. So I'll cut to the chase. If you agree with the concept as dramatized in the following dialogue, then drop me a line.

From Dorothy Sayers' _The Busman's Honeymoon_:

(Hero and Heroine, newly wed, are discussing the murder mystery they have stumbled into while on their honeymoon. The case is putting some strain on their marriage, and the Hero offers to give up his occupation of investigating crime--for his wife's sake.)

"Oh, my dear--don't upset yourself like this. Say the word, and we'll go right away. We'll leave this miserable business and never meddle again."

"Do you really mean that?" she said, incredulously.

"Of course I meant it. I have said it."
His voice was that of a beaten man. She was appalled, seeing what she had done.

"Peter, you're mad. Never dare to suggest such a thing. Whatever marriage is, it isn't that.

"Isn't what?"

"Letting your affection corrupt your judgment. What kind of life could we have if I knew that you had become less than yourself by marrying me?"

He turned away again, and when he spoke, it was in a queerly shaken tone:

"My dear girl, most women would consider it a triumph."

"I know, I've heard them." Her own scorn lashed herself-- the self she had only just seen. "They boast of it--'My husband would do anything for me...' It's degrading. No human being ought to have such power over another."

"It's a very real power."

"Then," she flung back passionately, "we won't use it. If we disagree, we'll fight it out like gentlemen. We won't stand for matrimonial blackmail."

He was silent for a moment, leaning back against the chimney-breast. Then he said, with a lightness that betrayed him: "You have no sense of dramatic values. Do you mean to say we are to play out our domestic comedy without the great bedroom scene?"

"Certainly. We'll have nothing so vulgar."

"Well--thank God for that!"

His strained face broke suddenly into the familiar mischievous smile. But she had been much too frightened to be able to smile back--yet.

"Bunter isn't the only person with standards. You must do what you think is right. Promise me that. What I think doesn't matter. I swear it shall never make any difference."

He took her hand and kissed it gravely.

"Thank you. That is love with honour."

They stood so for a moment, both conscious that something had been achieved that was of enormous--of overmastering importance. The she said, practically:

"In any case, you were right and I was wrong. The thing has got to be done. By any means, so long as we get to the bottom of it. That's your job, and it's worth doing."

A first date is not a one size fits all. The personality & values of my date and how mine mixes with hers would go a long way in determining what and where we would go.

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