Best date I ever went on was with my best friend when we got lost and ended up stargazing together after he chased me around trying to get me to tell him who I was crushing on. I said I'm not crushing! I'm loving! He knew it was him after that.
It was terribly irresponsible, I suppose. The nights we stayed up walking in the woods, or painting in the Foley's barn. Five in the morning was our bedtime, and who was there to stop us? As far as I remember, we're alone.