So today, we are writing about our first date. I expect much better stories than mine! And please, keep everything PG-13. 
I sat in my friend kitchen, eating my first ever Kiwi fruit, and listening to Tiffany’s Should’ve Been Me. Her brother, one of my best friends, came in and we sat around and talked. Prom was quickly coming up, and I decided I’d better find someone descent to go with. Her brother and I went to church dances all the time together, so I asked him. (We went to different schools.)
He graciously agreed.
My dress:
Yeah, pretty close. Just light pink. And I’m not a pink person. But when your aunt takes you shopping and buys everything for you, because you’re the second of (I think we had eleven kids at the time, no, Mom had just had number twelve) thirteen kids, you take what is offered. So pink fluff was what I got.
So I ride with my brother to our cousin’s house in Longview, Texas, a whole twenty miles or so away, and get ready for the prom. Big hair and lots of hairspray later, my date picks me up and we go to one of those Japanese restaurants that cook in front of you. We have friends around, and had a great time.
The dance started around seven-thirty or eight, so we drove back to Gilmer’s Yamboree Building. Or did we have the dance at the Country Club? Your mind tends to get hazy after twenty years, at least mine does. So we dance, laugh, have fun. My dad is a chaperone and my big brother Joe is there as well. I dance with everyone to the fast songs. Let’s go back in time: The Jet’s, Bell, Biv, Devoe, Paula Abdul, Bobby Brown, Whitney Houston, Madonna…Okay, back to the dance. My date didn’t seem to appreciate me dancing with my other friends, even though he was right there with me. And when my dad asked me to dance on a slow song, he taught high school History, my date seemed to take that as a personal slap to the face.
The evening went downhill at the after prom party. We watched movies and played games, and my date sulked. He went home at one, and my brother drove me home.
The down side, after the prom, my date didn’t talk to me much anymore, and his sister told me that he’d really liked me for a long time, and that I had just led him on. She said she had to take her brother’s side, and that ended our friendship. I hadn’t even known he liked me as anything more than a friend.
So my first and last high school date didn’t go so well.
Now, let’s here you first dates.
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So I have a good First Kiss Story, just never got around to writing it. And I thought I’d just post something on the next first, but I honestly can’t remember my first date.
The kiss and the date are with the same guy-my hubby. It was just SO LONG ago that I don’t remember it. My mom took us places all the time before we had our licenses so those are getting mixed up with the times we actually went by ourselves…
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By Liz on 03.20.09 7:34 pm | Permalink
Stacey came running into our living room. I sat calmly on our ancient blue couch watching our 12 inch T.V.
“Bren, this was left for you on our door step.”
I looked up at Stacey in a half daze, it had been a long day at school.
“What was?”
She pulled out a bunch of balloons and a huge card from behind her back.
The card read, “I think we could have a bang up time at homecoming, to find out who is asking you pop the balloons.”
I was shocked as I began to pop the balloons. No one had even hinted to me that I was going to be asked to homecoming. Finally the name dropped out onto the floor. I picked it up and read. Phil
My sister’s best friends, younger brother. He had had a crush on me since the sixth grade and I wasn’t sure how I felt about going on a date with him. I was thrilled to be asked on my first date and to go to the first dance of the year my sophomore year was awesome!
Stewing over if I should go with him, I decided I really wanted to go. I answered him two days later with a bag of dumb dumb suckers.
“I’d be a dumb dumb to not go.”
That night, I picked out my favorite dress to wear, a soft violet overall strap number with a white shirt that went under it. My sister and mom fussed over my hair and makeup as I began to get really nervous. I had never been on a date, how was I supposed to act? What was I going to say? I fretted and stressed out and because of that I had to reapply my deodorant. Finally Phil came to pick me up.
“Hi.” was all I could say awkwardly
“Hey, you look pretty.”
“Thanks, you look nice too.”
We exchange the corsage and went out the door on our way to Trolley Square for dinner.
I sat so nervous next to him and quickly glanced at the menu. I ordered the first thing that looked good, not even thinking how messy it actually could be.
“I’ll have spagetti”
I don’t even think we had a conversation the whole dinner. The dance was next on the agenda and just as awkward, did I look good when I danced or did I have any food left over on my chin? I was so relieved when Phil brought me home and I went in the house. Oh, how glad I was the night was over. Very little conversation, a lot of worry. For what? A lot of future dates that always started out as awkward.
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By Brenna on 03.23.09 5:07 pm | Permalink
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