No longer being single, I don't hear as often about the creative and fun dates my friends go on. But when I was hearing about such things, a popular date activity was racquetball. I never did it myself, but in retrospect, it's probably better for me that I didn't. The sight of my face alone, not counting my ultra-competitive nature, would probably have been enough to send my date running in the opposite direction . . . or at least, make them not-at-all eager for a successive date. This spectrum should give you a good idea of what color my face is when I exercise.
Exercising on dates really would never have worked for me when I was single.
Fortunately, now that I've landed my man and he's stuck with me, I can exercise on dates all I want to and he just has to deal with how I look. Bahahahaha!!!! Which means I've pseudo-taken up racquetball. We've only gone twice in the last couple of weeks, and I'm just awful. But as we keep going and I (possibly) get better, perhaps the predominant expression on my face while I play will change from this . . .
Minus the fur, of course.
"I believe that every human has a finite number of heart-beats. I don't intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises." -Buzz Aldrin