Date someone special from United States. My perfect day might be a little morning shopping in Porta Portese, Rome, for some fresh vegetables or that elusive antique thing I never knew I wanted but had to have when I saw it. Followed by lunch in the old part of the city, probably a hand tossed pizza. Then on to a soccer game. Nothing beats soccer in Italy; those Italians are crazy about their soccer! And sometimes the action in the stands is better than what's on the field. Then back home so I can cook something delicious for my favorite male person with the fresh vegetables. Since this is my fantasy, I also get to take poetic license with the space time continuum. And, of course, my perfect day is so because I have shared the day with someone who enjoys this scenario as much as I do.