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Ha, my first date was a blind date set up by some friends of mine. I was 19. He was the brother of one of my friends (not close friends). He turned up with an extremely receding hair-line, (although he was only 23) he was skinny and very short. (I was a little hung up with appearance at 19.) He took me to a really tacky restaurant called the 'Black Stump'. I don't think we had anything in common, there was very little conversation. When he asked me out again I refused. My friend never forgave me.
I think maybe I've only ever gone on one date. Either that or I blocked the rest out. The one I remember was super lame.
Smetchie?I more hung out with girls informally. I never got, like, all gussied up and went to a fancy restaurant or whatever with a girl with whom I wasn't already together. My dates in high school were with punk rock girls or cheerleaders on the bus on in their cars. In college I either had steady girlfriends or hooked up at radio station parties.
My first kiss was in a graveyard, though, age twelve. Pretty good.
I like the graveyard makeout session. One of my memorable ones was on a golf course when my boyfriend and I ditched out on my parents and went to the closest place within walking distance that had some privacy.My first "technical" date was when I was 13 and my dad made me get dressed up. He took me out to a nice restaurant, complete with a corsage and everything. He wanted my first date to be with him, which to this day is still a great memory.
By the time I went on a real date with a guy in an an actual car, I had already had boyfriends and whatnot, so it was sort of a letdown. Although the guy was older and drove a brand new truck so that part seemed cool at the time. We went to a movie and a local Italian restaurant and spent the rest of the time *ahem* in the bed of his truck.
I feel like I just posted in the TMI thread for some reason.
Oh were we talking about first kisses? I remember mine. I was 10, walking home from school. One of the boys grabbed my shoes & tossed them into the long grass.... He was really cute. I never found the shoe. My mum was so cross.
Later in life he came out. Is this the impact I have on men?
Later in life he came out. Is this the impact I have on men?
Hm. Does anyone feel gayer for knowing Gail?
Should I line up for a kiss & find out? Can you risk it boys?
Oh my first kiss was in the 4th grade. My "boyfriend" was walking me to the fence after school. When it was time for us to part ways I quick kissed him and then started running away. When I turned around he was still standing there and he did this dramatic heart-clutch-fall-down thing. He was funny. He lived across a really busy street from me and he would stand on the other side and sort of pantomime stuff to me because I could never hear him over the traffic.
Thanks, Gail. It was all downhill from there. ;)
It wasn't quite as down hill as mine turned out to be. :)
I was 16. The guy in question and I had a friend in common and had met three or four times and the mutual interest was pretty plain. It was very nice. I invited him to go to a picnic with me and afterwards we sat on my back porch talking and we kissed a little bit. We dated for about five months, I guess, until my family moved away.
Larry wrote: "It's all a blur."Ditto. Forty years and a raftload of dope and alcohol and the synapses aren't firing as crisply as they once did.
Graveyards were great places to kiss, Stacia. Our golf courses had security, I think. Growing up in Chicago there weren't many quiet, private places. Hence the graveyard. With Kirsten. Who moved her mouth a little too much, like kissing was an aerobic activity.Gail, if it makes you feel better, I was hopelessly into a girl named Sherrie in high school, who had pink hair, and a week after one drunken makeout session on a boat on Lake Michigan she came out as a lesbian and told me I helped clarify things for her. Um...no problem?
My first date was a double date. The guy who asked me out was a friend from the church youth group and the other two that joined us were also in the same church youth group. We'd already spent alot of time together for youth activities, but I'd never been called and asked on a formal date before then. I remember asking my dad for permission, and he got THE biggest grin on his face... much to my embarrassment. He said it would be fine and asked to speak to him - he wanted to know what the plans were. Pick up at 6ish, putt putt golf, then dinner at a pizza place. It was sweet and fun. We dropped off the other couple first. Then he drove me home and we sat in the car in the driveway for a while just talking.
I had a great time up until the moment we had to say goodbye. I was terrified of the goodbye. When I got out of the car to go in my home, I got really, really nervous because he was getting out of the car at the same time (mind you... I'd never kissed a boy at this time). He leaned in for an awkward hug and goodbye. He didn't try to go in for the kiss - thank goodness. I think my head would've exploded if he did.
Gail "cyborg" wrote: "Should I line up for a kiss & find out? Can you risk it boys?"I'd risk it.
Perhaps our powers would cancel each other out. One of the women I slept with in college decided she was a lesbian a few months after our romps ended.
Hmm...what constitutes a date? In high school we just hung out even if we were considered to be dating.In which case, my first date was probably the first month of college, when I found a note in my mailbox designed to look like a "Congratulations! You Have Won..." notice, telling me I had won a free all expenses paid day trip to the Renaissance Faire, complete with transportation and escort. When I called the number to collect, it turned out to be a boy I had met at a party. I went, and we had a good time, and he definitely won points for creativity.
Phil wrote: "Perhaps our powers would cancel each other out. One of the women I slept with in college decided..."Ouch.
Sarah Pi wrote: "Hmm...what constitutes a date? In high school we just hung out even if we were considered to be dating.In which case, my first date was probably the first month of college, when I found a note in..."
Oh, neato!
Jim "In dreams we enter a world entirely our own" wrote: "I eventually married mine."This is the most awesomely sweet post I've read in this thread, yet.
Jim's sweetness reminds me of my high school psych teacher. We asked him once if he ever went to his high school class reunions. He said, rather gruffly, "I only cared about one person in my high school and I married her." We all melted with love for our sweet teacher. They are still happily married, 50 plus years.
My first date was a trip to Bradgate Park (Leicester, England) with a seventeen year-old boy. I was sixteen at the time. We walked, we talked, we laughed. Then he walked me home and kissed me. I don't know whether it was nerves on his part or not, but he farted at the same time. I almost fell down laughing, but the poor thing was so mortified, he never asked me out again. Sigh.
Hey, you say "excuse me" and you move on. I don't understand why people get so hung up about farts.
Depends on the kid I guess. A shy teenage boy might not have the same confidence to carry it off the same way that the popular outspoken teenage boy would.I had my first long term boyfriend convinced that I had never farted once in my life. He bought it too.
Nah. He was pretty gullible.
Was it awful? Do you not remember it? Was it the best date ever?