My best date, long ago -
a guy in chemistry class walked from class with me one day and asked me out. My contact lens immediately went mideye, which involved me groping, digging, licking, and putting it back, and then staring at him. I said yes.
I don't remember what the first date was. Maybe seeing Ray Charles at the Shrine, or that guy with the lute, Julian Bream, at Royce Hall. Later the trip to hike, little did I know, and the necking in the car. He wrote me poems in chem class. He got a high A, I got a low D, not that I was familiar with Ds and I got some high A's too. But in that class that year, such a difference.
I died and went to heaven on further dates and came back down when he left because I was catholic, though on the denouement route from all that. He married the woman after me from a family he knew before me. That made sense, I say objectively, re their interests.
I thank him even now (well, not in person, but in my mind) for the joy.
Social dating norms? What?