Comments on: First on Friday http://giveagirlapen.com/exercise-in-writing/first-on-friday She'll write a book to go with it... Sun, 13 May 2012 21:55:35 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Brenna http://giveagirlapen.com/exercise-in-writing/first-on-friday/comment-page-1#comment-191 Brenna Mon, 23 Mar 2009 22:07:29 +0000 http://giveagirlapen.com/?p=188#comment-191 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. 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.

]]> By: Liz http://giveagirlapen.com/exercise-in-writing/first-on-friday/comment-page-1#comment-183 Liz Sat, 21 Mar 2009 00:34:04 +0000 http://giveagirlapen.com/?p=188#comment-183 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... 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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