First day the fell is first dating to us!

Hi, here comes the first day of autumn. In my city, children will go to school tomorrow, some in the first grade, some in the last. And for each of them, this is the beginning of a new, completely different life. I remember my first grade. That's why I compared it to the first date. The first time in first grade was terrible for me. I cried, I didn’t want to go to the teacher, these terrible white bows on my head pressed into my head. A prickly and uncomfortable dress in which it was unbearably hot. A proud and disheveled mother who starch cuffs all night. No sleep, no peace. My grandmother intimidated me that I was going to learn something terrible. The boy next door laughed and always pulled my hair (even a couple of times he pulled out a shred). As they explained to me that this is love. In general, the first class is nerves, lack of sleep, and I do not understand what I'm doing here.
So the first date is the same for me. Nerves, lack of sleep, and not understanding what to wear to be comfortable and beautiful, and still make the right impression. Everyone says that the first date is so important, everything should be perfect! NOT! NEVER! I want just an ordinary date, without expectation of ideality. Let the man forget the flowers, let me be half an hour late (but I'm not late). Let everything go head over heels. But, most importantly, a man invites me to a second date, and certainly it will be perfect - and romance, and passion, and kisses. And nobody is embarrassed, only confidence. And here, this is the beginning of a new beautiful life. Do you agree?