[contestant2]

Neither of those choices could possibly be a bad one if it meant time spent with you. The beach sounds lovely and the parties sound fun as ordinarily I like to mingle. However if I were on a date with you, I'd have no interest in being around others because all my attention would be given to you. As it should be. So I would happily hang out in the Appalachians with you. I love the mountains anyway, everything about them; how they're cozy and romantic and sometimes a little spooky as well. Not that I'd be afraid in the slightest as long as you were with me. I think we'd have a lot to talk about as we made our way. From what little I know about you, you seem like a down to earth person and I know I am, so I'm sure we'd feel comfortable with each other.
I think dinner at a cozy lodge would be perfect because food and passion are inevitably linked and you're a smart man...you'd be able to tell with one look into my eyes what I'd been thinking about all day. And with you, how could I not think about it? Not that I would come out and say it on the first date. But I'd make sure you knew, be it by an "accidental" brushing of my hand against your leg or the goosebumps I'd give you while brushing your hair back off your face. Or sitting so close to you that my breast grazing your arm just could not be helped. Whatever way I could translate to you by touch, or a look or a smile, the way that I felt, while still leaving opportunity for you to make the necessary move should you maybe feel the same.
It would be nice if, after dinner, we could take a walk outside in the near dark. I doubt you would mind too much if you felt my hand slip into yours as if it were just a natural thing. I'm sure whatever we were to talk about it would be something good...until I pretended to trip over a branch, pulling you down with me. There would be a soft crunch as we settled into fallen leaves. It wouldn't be so dark we couldn't see each other and whatever hints I was trying to give you back at the lodge seem like that of a schoolgirl compared to what now becomes a wanton request whispered softly into your ear...murmured by warm lips against the nakedness of your throat...like the shiver that takes over you as I trail my nails over your back. I catch your eyes and you see that I'm playing for real.