Truth be told, I don't think I've ever had a first date that didn't have some disastrous details. I'm talking about details that are well past having spinach stuck in your teeth - way beyond.
1st date in high school. While walking in a local park, my date reached into his jacket pocket and I saw a flash of light as he yelped and threw the contents of his pocket all over the grass. Spare change in his pocket somehow lined-up just right with a AA battery in the same pocket and current started flowing out of the battery and into the coins! The money was still hot to the touch when we were picking it up off the ground... (in retrospect this is as far as this relationship should have ever gone - but really, who makes good decisions at 15?
1st date with friend after high school (but before University).
We had arranged to meet up at Western Sizzlin' for dinner. Thirty minutes after the arranged time passed and the guy still wasn't at the restaurant. I called his house and his brother answered. My date was on the other line and at the restaurant wondering if I'd called (pre-cell phone days- and yes I'm old, so shut up). It turns out, I was at the downtown location and he was at the west-end location. Neither of us had any idea that there was more than one location in town until that night... (hindsight is 20/20- same as the last, but I was a little older-19ish?)
1st date with post secondary classmate.
It was a cold January evening - my date picked me up at home (he even opened the car door for me and everything!) and we headed out to a movie. We didn't even make it out of the subdivision. His attempt at showing me how skillful he was at power-sliding in his dad's car ended with us stuck in the ditch on a corner. We had to walk back to my parents place and get my dad to pull the car out. Not a stellar moment... (not entirely his fault, as the corners in the acreage subdivision sucked in residents' vehicles on a regular basis - but still...)
1st date with HS.
We were headed out on the August long weekend for a 3 day wheeling trip (yes- this was our very first date and I brought my own tent, etc). At Niton Junction, a Ford truck stopped where the service road meets the Yellowhead and waited for traffic. At least that's what we think they meant to do - they actually stopped in the right lane of the highway instead. HS laid about 60 feet of rubber trying to stop his truck in time. Once HS realized we weren't going to make it, he shoulder checked quickly (I told you he's a professional!) and changed lanes to get around the other truck. We were still doing about 70kph when we past the Ford. There's nothing like a near death experience to accelerate the bonding process...
What about you? Any dirt to dish out? I'd love to hear your stories!
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Back in the day, a friend of mine fixed me up with one of his friends for... not a date, exactly, but the three of us were gonna hang out for a night so I could get to know this guy.
I got to know him pretty damned quickly, as he got into my car, did not say hello to me or acknowledge me in any way, continued his conversation with my friend, and turned my stereo off.
I was in my late teens at the time and, lemme tell you, while that would have been rude under any circumstances, you DO NOT get into a teenager's car and turn their stereo off unless you're, say, that teenager's best friend and you have something earth-shattering to tell them. Even then, you should probably apologize as you do it unless you want to pull back a stump.
Anyway, my friend suggested renting a movie, so I drove to the nearest video store and were not in there for, I swear, more than five minutes when the guy turned to me and said,
"Lose the eyeshadow."
Instead, I opted to turn on my heel, leave the store, get in my car and drive away, stranding them there.
My friend told me the next day that, after I left, his friend had turned to him and said,
"Is she on the rag?"
Niiccee...
Did you ever speak to this so-called "friend" again after that incident? I'm not sure I would have...but maybe I'm just a bitch.
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