Flashback Friday Official Thread Starter: My First Date
Okay people, time to post your dating stories. Don’t forget to leave a comment with the link here or send a trackback so we can all go read everyone else’s stories. And steal that cute little button on the sidebar and put it in your blog post too so we can get more people to join us. Because, after all, everyone loves cute little buttons!
Now for my dating story:
I was raised in a very conservative Christian home, so I was absolutely positively under no circumstances allowed to go on a date with a guy by myself until I was 16. Cuz you know we might KISS or something. Ewww, germs! Ewww, heathen germs! Or worse, CATHOLIC* germs. Well, anyway I didn’t turn 16 until October of my Junior year and way back then, I was cute and thin and there was actually a guy who was interested in me at the beginning of the school year and asked me out. But of course I couldn’t go. Because I was not 16. Even though I was almost 16, that wasn’t good enough, so we had to wait. We had Journalism together and so we would talk about this future date practically every single day. The build up was amazing. It was like Maddie and David on Moonlighting. Or Ross and Rachel on Friends. Or Niles and Daphne on Frasier. Or Sam and Diane on Cheers. Or…..not. But anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, the buildup. The buildup. Amazing. Yeah. Okay, so anyway, when the day finally came, he was to pick me up and we were going to have a pizza picnic in the park. Kinda cute and romantic huh? Kinda, but not. Because by that time? Two months after school had started? For me? The attraction was wearing thin. Very thin. But still, we had a date and I was going through with it. So, he came to get me and we went to the park and we ate our pizza and we talked. And I talked. And we talked. And I talked. And he kept sending out those signals. You know the signals? The one where he scoots closer to you? Or the one where he takes your hand? Or the one where he stares into your eyes? Or the one where he tells you that you talk a lot? You know those? Obviously he wanted to kiss me. But see, I wanted my first kiss to be “special”. Silly or not, I was an idealistic 16 year old, and this guy was just. not. what all my dreams were made of. And so when he said I talk a lot? I just talked more. I think I remember saying something about how that runs in my family and I got it from my dad. But whatever I said, I think I finally killed the mood enough that he didn’t kiss me and honestly? I was very very relieved. Not long after that first date with the very long build up, I introduced him to my other friend whose name happened to be Karen. And they started dating. And they eventually got married. And then they got divorced. And yes, I’m still in touch with both of them and they’re both remarried and very happy. And of course, so am I. So see? Everything works out in the end if you stuff your face with pizza and talk a lot.
*Dear Catholic readers, do not be offended. I am now Catholic remember. But at one point my parents basically told me it would be worse for me to date a Catholic than to go to a bar, and if I did both? (Which I did because hello, I married a Catholic musician who played in bars.) That would make them apoplectic. Oh, and the fact that he rode a motorcycle back then? Apoplectic and polemic. Oh, those were such good times. But not.
Comment by Rochelle
October 6, 2005 @ 10:29 pm
Ok. First off: We’re not even gonna talk about my confusion with the words Apoplectic and Polemic.
Second off: Here’s my thread :)
http://rochellerhea.blogspot.com/2005/10/flashback-friday-dateing.html
Comment by Theresa
October 7, 2005 @ 5:43 am
*trying to remember where I left my dictionary* Count me in! Let’s hope the trackback works this time!
Comment by Marlene
October 7, 2005 @ 8:48 am
Here is my pathetic tale
Comment by Shannon
October 7, 2005 @ 9:33 am
Here is my horror/comedy tale of my first blind date
http://poohfreak73.bravejournal.com/
Sorry you have to copy & paste but I know absolutely nothing on how to link someone directly to my page in a comment
Comment by Shannon
October 7, 2005 @ 9:34 am
Ok then I see it does it automatically! I feel rather silly right now he he
Comment by Theresa
October 7, 2005 @ 3:38 pm
Ya know, I don’t think that was silly at all. I think it was smart, not rushing into something with the first boy that came along. :)
Comment by Lee Anne
October 7, 2005 @ 5:09 pm
Here’s my addition!
http://rahree.diaryland.com/051002_27.html
I’m a newbie [you’ll definitely know when you see the site!], but have been blurking for awhile. Have a great weekend!
Comment by Karin
October 7, 2005 @ 5:29 pm
Great stories everyone! And it’s not too late to join in. We love flashback stories around here. :)
Lee Anne, thanks for coming out of blurkdom to post! :)
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November 10, 2005 @ 10:42 pm
[…] You read about my first date which did NOT lead to a kiss, and I know you’ve been waiting with baited breath ever since to find out when I actually got my first kiss. Haven’t you? Haven’t you? Okay, maybe you haven’t. WHATEVER! :D […]