I had a big troupe, a big army and it was a lot of fun. And, after 10 years of that, I just decided that I wanted to travel and do special dates. I go to Las Vegas these days.
Writers and books are cheap dates, especially when you compare the cost of a book with a ticket to the opera – or an NHL game.
Comparison of statements made at different periods frequently enable us to give maximal and minimal dates to the appearance of a cultural element or to assign the time limits to a movement of population.
I’ve had a lot of dates, but I don’t think there’s been anyone that special or important.
I’m looking forward to some more solo acoustic dates. That’s a lot of fun for me, because I get to be alone with the song. And I get to hear every little nuance; if my instrument does something that I wasn’t expecting, I get to chase that. Chase that down a little bit.
They say that women like a man who can make them laugh, and I find that if you can make a woman laugh on the first and second dates, then you’re doing well.
Is it too late to institute a leap year and mandate that the holidays fall on regular, convenient dates – so that Id al-Fitr will come, say, in the spring and Id al-Adha in early summer?
The idea that owning a gun in America was an individual right only dates to the 1980s.
My game plan is very simple. If something good comes up, I will check if those required dates are free and I will do the film. Regardless of the language and the scope of the project.
I think one ages and one dates. I tend to have a good deal of difficulty in liking some of the new poets.
After reading about the Al Ain Oasis by ECWC, I became curious about cultivating dates, and browsed about the web a bit, learning.
Hating Wall Street is an American tradition that dates back even to the days when Thomas Jefferson cursed that money lover Alexander Hamilton. And for centuries, the complaints about it have largely stayed the same: ‘It does nothing! It creates chaos! It’s a parasite that sucks hardworking Americans dry!’
Blind dates are treacherous. You don’t know who this person is. You wonder, ‘Should I call my grandma during coffee to get out of this?’
I still get nervous on dates. I’ll be sitting at dinner with a guy and I have to excuse myself and go to the bathroom because I can’t breathe.
For 13 to be unlucky would require there to be some kind of cosmic intelligence that counts things that humans count and that also makes certain things happen on certain dates or in certain places according to whether the number 13 ‘is involved’ or not (whatever ‘is involved’ might mean).
When I was In high school, I became interested in Greek mythology. I had to know all about the exact dates of all the history.
In the jungle, every day is like the other. So you need to have a special discipline to make things different and to keep in your memory the dates and the days. And I think that’s something that’s very important when you are held hostage.
People are already on Match and already going to Starbucks on first dates.
I remember everything, even the dates. But I don’t want others to remember the details, just the image.
When you’re normally networking, it’s with men. And they claim they want to help you and work with you, but when it comes down to it, they want to go on dates.
You have to connect on emotion not logic. People go on dates and it becomes a CV exercise. Logic is someone asking ‘what do you do for a job?’ when you should ask ‘why do you do that? What is it you enjoy?’
I had never imagined that after coming to Mumbai that, as an actor, my dates would be booked in six-eight months in advance.
I like to go on really nice dates. I’ve made some money, but I don’t spend it on anything besides my rent. But I go to nice dinners. And I like to go with a girl.
I’m a serial dater. When I see someone I like, we go on multiple dates.
The doctors say it dates back to a film where I had these huge prosthetic breasts because my character was breast-feeding. The weight of them, and of the baby, did my back in.
My own experience with trains dates to long-ago childhood trips with my family in Mississippi to see my grandmother off at the station in Jackson, bound for Memphis.
I would be on dates with guys, and the radio would be on, and if the Moody Blues song came on I couldn’t concentrate on the guy; I would go straight into the music.
