Your first date

I don't date I'm the farthest thing away from a 'typical' teenager.

Of all the girls who attended Charlotte's 15th birthday party, I was the one her older brother Mike noticed from his boy-lair down the hall. A few days later, he asked Charlotte to arrange for me to go to a movie with him.

He picked me up at 5:30 on Saturday afternoon in an electric-blue Dodge Charger. After the parental send-off, we pulled away from the curb and Mike said, "So whaddaya wanna do?"



This was 1971, and I was a very nice, naive, terminally shy little girl. I had grown up with the understanding that the gentleman proposes the agenda for the date and handles the logistics. Evidently, Mike had already advanced into the era of women's liberation; he had no plan in mind.

I said, "Well, you mentioned a movie -- that sounds nice." So he drove us to the one and only movie theater in town. Along the way, I was so unnerved by Mike's placid silence that I actually mustered up a couple of attempts at conversation myself, but to no avail. Barely a word was exchanged between us on the trip.

At the theater, our choice was between Puppet On A String and Straw Dogs.

"Which one do you wanna see?" asked my escort. Checking the showtimes, I saw that Straw Dogs didn't start for two solid hours; Puppet started a precious twenty minutes sooner.

"Let's see Puppet On A String," I said brightly. And then we sat in the car, averaging about two sentences every ten minutes, until the box office opened.

It was a brutally violent movie about the drug trade in Amsterdam, as I recall, absolutely unconducive to post-cinematic discussion, and indeed, no such discussion occurred. As we walked out of the theater, Mike said, "You wanna get something to eat?" The very thought gave me a headache.

"I'm afraid I'm getting a headache," I said, so he drove me back to my house and pulled up to the curb. My mom had reminded me earlier to wait and let him come around and open the car door for me, so I sat primly for a few seconds -- but Mike didn't even put the car into park.

"Bye," he said. I climbed out, scurried up the sidewalk, and didn't go on another date for two years.

I always hated the word "date" because it just made me a nervous wreck! I always just hung up with people, and would sometimes clicked with someone and suddenly we were dating, but that first date thing?

I guess my first real "date" was a blind date that was a disaster!! I was 16, and one of my best friends set up a blind date with her boyfriend's best friend. His name was Chip (NOT the Chip that is my husband now, but I think that is ironic! ) She came over 2 hours before they were supposed to pick us up at my house, with half of her wardrobe for me to wear. Yes, she was a great friend, but she completely freaked me out! I still remember she decided I was going to wear a mint green shaker sweaters (those of you from the 80's remember what they were) with a green and white turtle neck under it. We went to the football game, and I think I said all of 4 words all night! He did kiss me good night and said "I'll call you". You can imagine the rest.

But, he was pretty cute!

Errr, i am guy and dont remember those types things,

that is my story and i am sticking to it

I remember who my first date was with, but I don't remember exactly how old I was. I was either 16 or 17 and I had such a crush on him. I actualy joined 4H so that I could hit on him . I dated him for a couple of years afterwards and then I broke up with him. He is a vet and married with a baby now.

My first 'real' date is kind of an interesting story. It was with my best friend's high school boyfriend. He is name was Matt and he was a total sweetheart and such a gentleman! (Not to mention cute!...he is also an identical twin. That made for fun!) My Mother adored him. Still does kind of.

It was the summer after my first year in college. He'd just gotten home from basic training and tech school for the national guard. We went to eat and then saw Rush Hour 2. Then he brought me here, to what is now my house, to hang out with our friends, including my now husband!

We were more like good friends or brother/sister, never romantic. We did almost go out again, but plans fell through for some reason. Maybe it was his history with my best friend, because he's always been a great guy, or just the fact that he wasn't meant for me.

Well it ended up that Matt saw my interest in DH and gosh he got more excited about it than anyone I think. He was one of the first people to say that DH was the guy for me. He really pushed for us to get together too.

He's also the guy that back in HS when he and my best friend were dating paid for dinner for our other best friend and I while we were in the rest room. It was the night of our Senior Homecoming dance and we didn't have dates but went in a big group of people and just sat split up in small groups at the restaurant. He said it was our senior homecoming and we should be having fun, not worrying about paying for our meals. What kind of teenage guy does that???

I ran into him back in April. He's engaged, out of the guard, and completing a degree in engineering. (He's super smart besides all that other good stuff! His fiancée got a good one!)

I am 20 & have never been on a date.

Oh my gosh my first date was in the stage coach days First guy I ever dated was the one I married we were married for 32 years he passed away 12 years ago. I have no idea where all these years went kinda

Originally Posted by halfpint

Oh my gosh my first date was in the stage coach days

First guy I ever dated was the one I married we were married for 32 years he passed away 12 years ago. I have no idea where all these years went kinda

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Oh that's so sweet Lois! DH was my first and only boyfriend, and I was his one and only girlfriend too. I like that about our relationship.

I was 16 and went to a concert with my ex BF.

I'll never forget my first date. I took my gf to see a band called Into Eternity. Her cousin is the guitarist for the band but she had never been to a concert. Actually, if it wasn't for her I probably wouldn't be the cat lover I am today. http://thecatsite.com/forums/showthr...49#post1678649 is the link to a post I made a while ago if you want to read more about that.

Hmmm...does this count?

When I was around 10 or 11 I asked a boy I liked to go to a fair with me.

The first date that was actually considered a date I was around 14....me and one of my friends went to the movies with 2 brothers. The oldest was her date and he worked at the theater so he got us in for cheap. It was horrible. The only movie he could get us into was a cartoon...I can't remember the name of it but it was about chickens. We ended up leaving early.

I went out with my best friend's older brother on my 16th b-day. We went to a drive in burger place, and he did his best to get me drunk and take advantage of me. It did not work, but he was very good natured about it, and we had fun hanging out with the local gearheads, just like we usually would. He came in for some birthday cake when he took me home, and my mom had gotten in to the wine and valium and was decorating the Christmas tree. She turned around to greet us and fell into the tree, knocking it down and breaking most of it. I was horribly embarrassed. We never went out on another date, but remained friends. He was a really nice guy.

My first date, mmm, his name was Mitch, my best friends brother, he was 3 yrs older,
I was actually 15. A very mature 15, that is! ha ha I really wasn't suppose to date until
I was 16, but being the baby, and my parents were being very social at that time themselves, just made it abit easier on me than my sisters had it!
They knew Mitch, so they trusted him! We went to the movie "Halloween" it was so funny because when the first scary part came, he got up and said, "I'm not watching
this" and walked up to the foyer! I watched then got up and checked on him, it
was so cute, he really couldn't stand scary movies, but I want to go see it, so...
he went and stood in the foyer the whole movie!
He works here at a Paper Mill! He has got to be one of the funniest people I know, as a matter of fact, he married this great girl, who is pretty and his equal, both are hilarious!
I cut the whole families hair. Mitch, his wife, his daughter and his son! I consider them very good friends of mine! I love them all !!!
Monique

I can't remember my first date; must've been really great, huh?

I'll relate the story of how I met DH. We met on an online personals. I was a Civil War reenactor, and only ever seemed to meet guys in the hobby, and was tired of it. I wanted to meet someone who did NOT reenact, but otherwise had the same interests. Problem was, due to the CW stuff, I never had time to socialize otherwise! Someone suggested the online dating service. I tried various ones; met some decent guys (and I was VERY selective and careful), but none clicked. Oh, forgot to mention: I had just gotten over a tumultuous, abusive love affair, 2 years worth, with another CW guy, who wanted to marry me, and whom I loved very much. Anyway, I was going to give up on the online stuff after a year or so, when DH emailed me. We had so much in common, like HISTORICAL REENACTING! He had once been in the same CW group as me, then left the CW stuff; went on to 2 other time periods; and I nearly joined those groups; but he had already moved on. I also found out he had delivered to a local store I frequented, and may have been there at the time. With a previous person, he had traveled past my street in order to hook up with her (he lived over 2 hours away). It's almost like God said, "OK, you two, I've had enough! Get together already!"

Even better: I had once been on with that dating service; discontinued it, but was never charged for the 2 months when I signed back up (and met DH)! He's the best bargain I've ever gotten!

Our 1st date was 6/23/03; he said he knew on the 1st date that he'd marry me; when he asked me to visit him and his parents July 4th weekend, he told me his Dad said, "Son, if you don't marry that girl, I will!" He kept dropping those hints throughout July, even taking me to try on engagement rings. I played dumb (admittedly an easy feat for me). On 9/28/03, we went out to dinner; I'm diabetic, and hadn't eaten all day, and my blood sugar was getting low (that also makes you grouchy). Every restaurant had a 1-2 hour wait, so I testily suggested just getting pizza. We did, and I apologized for my grouchiness. He said, "That's ok. I wouldn't be thinking of asking you to marry me, if it wasn't." I said, "Oh, I didn't know we were getting married, that's news to me." "Well, I'd ask you in a heartbeat, if I thought you'd say 'Yes"". "Well, you'll never know, if you don't ask." "Will you marry me?" "YES!!!!" Another coincidence: this pizza place has a 1/2 wall, topped with stained glass pictures of Italian cities. The one right above our heads said, "Roma", but we were sitting on the opposite side, so it read, "Amor". That's Latin for "Love". We just had our 3rd wedding anniversary on 10/2/07.