I Am the Author of Mckann's Magnificent Story

This is a competition. Does everything in life have to be a competition? No. But this does. Let the games begin Mckann Hanseen. Please refer to her post The Author of My Own Magnificent Story about the perfect daydreamed date. Here is my perfect daydreamed date. 
Imagine this: You are anxiously awaiting your date planned for this evening. Your date said he would pick you up at 6:30pm and he arrives on time but is he driving his car? No. His fathers mustang? No. Instead he is steering two magnificent chestnut colored mustangs...the horses, in an old fashioned carriage (the ones that don't have a top, but black leather seats).You see this from your window of course. He walks to your door, rings the doorbell and gives you edible chocolate flowers. He is wearing a nice sweater or maybe a black button up coat that has a popped collar (that's just the style of the coat you see). He smells like Old Spice (Normal, Fugi, Denali, Cyprus, you name it). Yum. You've made sure to wear your favorite olive-colored peacoat, a unique, modest shirt underneath, some neutral colored boots, with black sparkly legwarmers underneath, a colorful scarf (of course including the color Olive to match your peacoat), hobo gloves, some classy STUD earrings, and yummy perfume but not an overwhelming amount. He escorts you to the carriage door, opening it of course and luckily the carriage seats have the marvelous BUN WARMERS! to keep you toasty while the horses trot along through the frigid winter night. There IS another couple sitting across from you in the carriage. Unless this takes place next year and you are with a return missionary and you both want to get married...then it's fine.There is jolly chatting and Christmas music in the background. Then you arrive at your destination: Zupas. Not too expensive, yet delicious and of course there is a booth available. You know your date earned the money he is spending tonight. He didn't bribe his parents because he is old and mature enough to get a job. You can tell that the waitress-lady taking your order is secretly in love with your date, though she is not being very secretive about it. Yet your date simply remains polite to her and keeps his attention on you. You and your date were good friends before this and so he knows your favorite thing at Zupas and orders it for you: Honey Bacon Club with Tomato Basil soup. Then you put your coats back on, your date helping you in case you are struggling finding the arm hole, and you head to Borders to read books in the restricted section (just kidding, I mean childrens section. Just had to throw something Harry Potter-ish in there). Your date is quite humorous and you both are constantly laughing, taking silly pictures and having a grand time. You notice the lights around Riverwoods. They are a nice touch to the night. You get back in the carriage and head to The Cocoa Bean where you get a cupcake which you split with your date because those cupcakes are hard to finish. Next you do not see a movie because that's a lame way to spend a wonderful Christmas night. Instead you drive around in your carriage to look at Christmas lights around neighborhoods. Not lame neighborhoods but miraculous ones that go all out. Remember you aren't cold because of the bun warmers and your date may or may not have his arm around you. This doesn't have to mean anything (unless he is that above stated return missionary) he is just keeping you warm and protecting you from potential dangers. Then you go caroling!!!!!!!! Your date has a marvelous voice and you harmonize just for kicks. After this you return back to the carriage and the next thing you know he pulls out a warm tin of peppermint hot chocolate which you sip while enjoying the lights. While admiring the lights everyone plays a good ol' entertaining game and you all sing along to Michael Bublé on the radio. The time comes for the date to end and you are returned home safe and sound to your footy pajamas. Oh wait...doorstep scene...well...use your imagination. But remember that you and your date have the same standards. 
And then a raindeer pops out of a nearby bush and headbutts your date and he dies. And you cry.
Just kidding. It's just a daydream.