When I was in college, I dated a guy who made good money. He dressed nice, drove a fancy car, everthang. I was like, "Dang! What a catch!" He took me to Joe's Crab Shack (which was high dollar dining since we lived in a small town surrounded by other small towns and had to travel to "the big city" to find anywhere that wasn't a McDonalds). One thing about me, I leeeeeeeeeerv (love) me some crab legs. So, of course, I got a ton of them. I was a broke college student, and I mostly went on dates for the free food. While I chowed down on crab unashamedly, he made multiple comments about how unlady-like I was being, but tried to pass them off as jokes. Annoying, yes, but I was getting free crab so I didn't care.
Then we went to the mall because he needed to get some clothes. He prided himself on having the longest debit card pin number you could get and told me if I watched him and could remember what it was, he'd buy me whatever I wanted. I could not remember. (Honestly, I was in a bit of a post-crab-ready-for-a-nap state) Every time he would use his card, he'd laugh and say, "Now, pay attention. Can you get it? Ah, too bad. Better luck next time." With every store (and there were far too many stores) I was having less and less fun.
Eventually, he told me, "It's okay, you'll never get my pin number. It's so secure. But I'll still get you whatever you want. Pick anything."
Now. This sounds like a dream, right? A guy takes you to the mall and is like, "Buy whatever you want"? But when it's after a meal where you've been teased constantly (he was also rude to the waiter) and then you're full and sleepy and dragged around a mall playing this stupid "guess my pin number" game and then told, "Pick ANYTHING" but you're a people pleaser and this is your FIRST DATE with the guy and you barely know him and you don't know if you should go for something super expensive or if you should choose something more middle of the road but none of the stores you're in are stores you would shop in anyways so there's nothing really you want...
It was stressful to say the least.
I finally got a shirt just to shut him up and get the date over with. He scoffed at my choice, "This? This is it? This isn't even expensive? You're so cheap!" We never went out again.
(I still had the shirt when I started dating my now husband a few years later and he always said it was his favorite shirt on me.)
There was also a guy who, while we were eating ice cream at Dairy Queen, if I listened to the rock band Anberlin. I told him I'd never heard of them. Later, when we were driving around in his car, a song came on that I loved. When I excitedly said, "Omg I LOVE this song!" he looked at me like I was the biggest idiot and said, "This is Anberlin. The band you said you'd never heard of." (In my defense, I had only heard the song on the radio and a CD a friend had burnt me, so I never knew the title of it or who the band was and WHO WOULD PRETEND NOT TO KNOW OF A BAND IN THE FIRST PLACE???) Again, we never made it past the first date.
A guy a little older than me, with his drivers licence, picked me up from my small country town for a kinda date- driving around and chatting mostly. In our driveway, my Mum told him- the factory where I was made was long ago shut down, so he better look after me 🤦🏼♀️ I don’t remember us seeing much of each other after that evening.
Not a date, but there was the time me, my dad, my mom - who has Primary Progressive MS - and my mom’s nurse were at a funeral for a family friend. My mom’s nurse is dragging me down the hallway of the church to the foyer. Why?
So she could introduce me to the grandson of the deceased. The said grandson is a ridiculously good looking model in LA. She tells this man that I will be in California next month for a work trip. She then proceeds to give him my number...at his grandfather’s funeral! Then the photographer comes around and asks if we want a picture taken...also, my brain keeps asking “why is there a photographer at the funeral like it’s a wedding reception?”
Somehow I end up in the mix of family photos of the online album. I’m posing with this LA model of a man like we’re a couple.
All in all, he was at Coachella when I was visiting in California for work. This KS girl was like what’s Coachella? 🫤It was all for the best because he clearly coupled up with another girl a few months later. She also is clearly a model.
I continued on with my life and a string of ridiculous blind dates. One of which I had to share one slice of cheesecake with the guy and that was an immediate no for me. I will always require my own slice of cheesecake & that is not too much to ask😂
I am weirdly comforted by the fact that I am not the only one here with no substantive dating experience. I mean, I graduated from a Christian university with no dates, much less a husband. And yet, I still have an appropriate story thanks to the time my mother INSISTED on setting me up with her coworker's son because we were the same age, supposedly had similar interests, he's a Nice Boy, etc. I repeatedly told my mother I did not want this, but then I visited her at work and we ended up chatting with said coworker, who suggested that we should all get together for dinner sometime. I say "uh-huh, sure, sounds great" because WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO HIS MOTHER??? Anyway, THAT was the data point my mother chose to incorporate and then she asked if she can just give the guy my number and I said sure because at this point the only way out is through. We ended up going to Starbucks and I hope that we would get there and laugh together over the lengths we go to in order to appease our mothers and move on with our lives, but no, he was taking this date seriously. It was all extremely awkward and I bailed as soon as I could without being completely rude about it and he never called me again. So anyway all my friends are married and sometimes I think about trying online dating, but then I get a little nauseous about it so I stay home with my dog instead.
I have rodents of some kind living inside a wall and I have not heard back yet on the maintenance request I submitted late last night when I decided that mysterious scratching was one thing, but frantic squeaking was something else entirely. Fix it, Jesus.
I've finally gotten some stuff booked for my UK trip coming up in...2 weeks. Fix me, Jesus. But! One of my vet school friends is meeting me for the day in Edinburgh and I'm so excited about it. I'm hoping to see some other folks, but she's the main one I've stayed in touch with and I was worried we were only going to get a dinner before her work shift, so a whole day feels like an embarrassment of riches.
Also friend-related, there's a group of four of us from college (plus associated spouses/children) who now all live in kind of the same area, so we are trying to make monthly meet-ups a thing. We got together last weekend and had a great time, and already have the next one on the calendar. Look at us go!
I was, I swear, 13 years old, and an awkward boy called to ask me to a movie he had won tickets to see. I was getting very strong vibes from my mother that I should agree to this, so I did. Later, I believe this caused a near argument between my parents because, as I mentioned, I was thirteen. So anyway, his mom picked me up and we went to see A Cinderella Story starring Hilary Duff and he was an awkward laugher, meaning laughed loudly and mostly when other people weren’t laughing. What I have failed to mention is that I had a huge, unattainable crush on his 17-year-old brother, who happened to pick us up from the movie. I still remember him making eye contact with me and trying not to laugh. The mortification was endless.
Later I found out that this guy had asked another girl first so he didn’t want to be there with me, either. Yay.
That blessed chin hair that only reveals itself in the light of the sun in my car!
It was the summer of 2011 and I ended up on not 1 but 2 dates with married men that I discovered WHILE ON THE DATE. They tried to tell me they were "separated" but I walked out on both and after the 2nd I was DONE with dating. A month later I met my now husband.
It's wild out there, y'all. Godspeed to anyone in the dating world.
First date story is just cute and a little awkward, not bad.
We had been friends for a while, but he lived in Texas and I in Georgia, so our relationship was primarily through AIM and night & weekend minutes.
Unbeknownst to me, he had just driven in from out of state, but didn't know exactly where I worked, and needed a guide to help him surprise me. This was before GPS was for more than spies. So he brought my little brother along, who took a picture of my complete shock when they showed up at my office. My lucky brother got to sit at an Italian restaurant with us, very awkwardly, while we talked about how he had managed this surprise, then escorted us back to my office.
I recall nothing of our date besides the general surprise and feeling special. I married him 14 months later. It's been 18 years.
Treasures and turds this week:
The turds heavily outweigh the treasures, but the treasures are giving us hope.
My husband, the one who drove across the country to take me to lunch, is dealing with a serious unknown health issue. In the last 10 days he's been to 2 specialists and has referrals to two more. They found a mass, but the info on it is unclear. There are scary words in the reports we've gotten but we still don't know what we're actually dealing with. He is weak and we are weary and we are very concerned. His birthday was yesterday and it was kind of sad because he spent most of it dealing with doctors.
Meanwhile we are at home from school with our 4 kids who currently have the 'rona, so we've watched pretty much all of YouTube this week.
Treasures:
Our friends and family and church community have been wonderful. Offers to watch kids, drive to appointments, bring meals.
My text thread with my best friends, made primarily of memes, that gives me life.
We got a replacement washing machine just this morning, 🙌 after not having one for 5 weeks. That is a long time for a family of 6.
It is pretty and quiet and washes the clothes as God intended. A friend picked up our clothes last week and returned them washed and dried and folded and I could have cried.
I haven’t been on enough dates to have any wild stories. But my most recent date was last week. It was a second date. The guy had been really nice but I wasn’t sure what I felt yet. Then making out in the car and I felt absolutely nothing. Zero. Zilch. Dating in your 30s sucks.
Well I'm no longer a covid virgin. Should have known it was gonna happen. Six students who attended school this week are quarantining... One of whom coughed right next to me on Monday. 🙄 So I'm getting a lil break from work. Crossing my fingers it's not bad.
Thank you all for sharing your crazy date stories. I've been on very few dates and was feeling a bit bummed about not having any good stories but now I've read yours I'm suddenly more ok with it. 😂
💩 Turd of the week is that symptoms that have been blissfully absent during summer have started coming back. I'm trying really hard to take one day at the time but if I'm honest I'm scared I'm in for another awful winter and I'm worried I won't be able to go to Stockholm and see Penny and Sparrow in a few weeks. On to treasures:
🤓 My new glasses no longer make me seasick. (They now give me a headache, but I'll grab my treasures where I can. 😂)
☀ It's been perfect patio weather so I've spent most of the week out there. I don't ever want to go inside. 🤷♀️
🇸🇪 There's a general election in Sweden in a few weeks and I've discovered that election season is not great for my mental health. I was however able to vote yesterday so now I can ignore the bickering polititians with a clean conscience and live in peace. Bliss.
May you all have a wonderful weekend and if you go on a first date, I hope it won't be too weird!
Met two guys at a crowded bar on St. Patrick's Day. I sit down with them and chat a while, and then gave one of them my number. He calls the following week and we plan a date. When he arrives to pick me up, his friend from that night is driving(?). My date explains that his car is in the shop, so I ride up front with his friend, who drives us on our date, and spends the entire evening with us.
Later that night, we all arrive at a bar, and he and his friend both buy themselves drinks, but no one offers to buy me anything. I go to the bar to buy myself a drink, feeling rather annoyed, and while I'm waiting for service, I start chatting with a good-looking, funny guy at the bar. My date and his friend then invited a bunch of their buddies to join our group, and my date mostly ignored me. I spent most of the evening timing my drinks so I never needed a refill when the waitress came to our table, so I had an excuse to go up to the bar and chat with the funny guy at the bar. I TOLD funny guy my number (refused to write it down so as not to be too obvious), and he called a couple days later. We will have been married 29 years next month.
My worst date was my junior year of college. I had been seeing this guy for a few weeks that hung out in my friend group sometimes. One night he asks if I want to go see a new movie that just came out called The Girl with Dragon Tattoo. I had never heard of it, but thought it would be some kind of adventure/fantasy movie, so I said sure! ............. That was one of the most intense movies I have ever seen. I almost left mid way through because I didn't think I could handle watching anymore torture. I stuck it out. Told the guy I had a good time. Kissed him when he dropped me off. Woke up the next morning and got on Facebook. Overnight he changed his relationship status from "single" to "In a relationship" with my SORORITY SISTER!!!! I have no idea how they met, or what she thought he was doing on those nights he was with me the few weeks prior. Because we had a lot of mutual friends I had to continue seeing him out and about from time to time and it was the epitome of awkward. The End.
I got the "ick" with my first boyfriend and we both worked at the same place...*everything* he did was cringey (to me) at this point. Even sweet things. I can't say why or when it happened - but the ick hit HARD. We went to Rubios on our lunch break together. He sat down with our drinks, and I blurted out something about wanting to break up. I don't remember what I said, because it was mostly involuntary at that point. We silently drove back to work together.
(luckily, we're very close now and married to different amazing humans)
Ok, I wouldn't say this was a bad first date, but definitely awkward. I submit for your consideration my first date with my husband.
My husband and I were friends for 2 years before we started dating and spent the last 6 months of that being best friends. We met at church. He asked me out and while I was apprehensive about utterly destroying our friendship, I agreed. He took me to a restaurant where it was suddenly hard to find conversation and then a minor league hockey game. The game was terrible. We got there late, halfway through the first period and the score was already obscenely high, like, 7-3 or something. By the end of the 2nd period, it was 13-something. It was bad. So he leans over to me and says, "Hey, do you want to go back to my place??" IMMEDIATELY my brain starts going, "OMG, he wants to have sex!! What did I get myself into???? Who am I on a date with???? Do I know this man AT ALL?!?!?!?!" But I calmed my brain down and said sure, but I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to stay. We got to his place, he pulled into the garage and opened the door for me, which opened into his living room. And on the coffee table were a bunch of white carnations he was dying with colored water. He was making me bouquet of flowers and they weren't done yet, which was why he wanted me to come over, so I could see them. The rest of the night was good, just cuddling on the couch watching random tv. And he gave me the flowers the next day once they were sufficiently dyed.
Do you know where Hannah Anderson is starting seminary?
When I was in college, I dated a guy who made good money. He dressed nice, drove a fancy car, everthang. I was like, "Dang! What a catch!" He took me to Joe's Crab Shack (which was high dollar dining since we lived in a small town surrounded by other small towns and had to travel to "the big city" to find anywhere that wasn't a McDonalds). One thing about me, I leeeeeeeeeerv (love) me some crab legs. So, of course, I got a ton of them. I was a broke college student, and I mostly went on dates for the free food. While I chowed down on crab unashamedly, he made multiple comments about how unlady-like I was being, but tried to pass them off as jokes. Annoying, yes, but I was getting free crab so I didn't care.
Then we went to the mall because he needed to get some clothes. He prided himself on having the longest debit card pin number you could get and told me if I watched him and could remember what it was, he'd buy me whatever I wanted. I could not remember. (Honestly, I was in a bit of a post-crab-ready-for-a-nap state) Every time he would use his card, he'd laugh and say, "Now, pay attention. Can you get it? Ah, too bad. Better luck next time." With every store (and there were far too many stores) I was having less and less fun.
Eventually, he told me, "It's okay, you'll never get my pin number. It's so secure. But I'll still get you whatever you want. Pick anything."
Now. This sounds like a dream, right? A guy takes you to the mall and is like, "Buy whatever you want"? But when it's after a meal where you've been teased constantly (he was also rude to the waiter) and then you're full and sleepy and dragged around a mall playing this stupid "guess my pin number" game and then told, "Pick ANYTHING" but you're a people pleaser and this is your FIRST DATE with the guy and you barely know him and you don't know if you should go for something super expensive or if you should choose something more middle of the road but none of the stores you're in are stores you would shop in anyways so there's nothing really you want...
It was stressful to say the least.
I finally got a shirt just to shut him up and get the date over with. He scoffed at my choice, "This? This is it? This isn't even expensive? You're so cheap!" We never went out again.
(I still had the shirt when I started dating my now husband a few years later and he always said it was his favorite shirt on me.)
There was also a guy who, while we were eating ice cream at Dairy Queen, if I listened to the rock band Anberlin. I told him I'd never heard of them. Later, when we were driving around in his car, a song came on that I loved. When I excitedly said, "Omg I LOVE this song!" he looked at me like I was the biggest idiot and said, "This is Anberlin. The band you said you'd never heard of." (In my defense, I had only heard the song on the radio and a CD a friend had burnt me, so I never knew the title of it or who the band was and WHO WOULD PRETEND NOT TO KNOW OF A BAND IN THE FIRST PLACE???) Again, we never made it past the first date.
A guy a little older than me, with his drivers licence, picked me up from my small country town for a kinda date- driving around and chatting mostly. In our driveway, my Mum told him- the factory where I was made was long ago shut down, so he better look after me 🤦🏼♀️ I don’t remember us seeing much of each other after that evening.
Not a date, but there was the time me, my dad, my mom - who has Primary Progressive MS - and my mom’s nurse were at a funeral for a family friend. My mom’s nurse is dragging me down the hallway of the church to the foyer. Why?
So she could introduce me to the grandson of the deceased. The said grandson is a ridiculously good looking model in LA. She tells this man that I will be in California next month for a work trip. She then proceeds to give him my number...at his grandfather’s funeral! Then the photographer comes around and asks if we want a picture taken...also, my brain keeps asking “why is there a photographer at the funeral like it’s a wedding reception?”
Somehow I end up in the mix of family photos of the online album. I’m posing with this LA model of a man like we’re a couple.
All in all, he was at Coachella when I was visiting in California for work. This KS girl was like what’s Coachella? 🫤It was all for the best because he clearly coupled up with another girl a few months later. She also is clearly a model.
I continued on with my life and a string of ridiculous blind dates. One of which I had to share one slice of cheesecake with the guy and that was an immediate no for me. I will always require my own slice of cheesecake & that is not too much to ask😂
I am weirdly comforted by the fact that I am not the only one here with no substantive dating experience. I mean, I graduated from a Christian university with no dates, much less a husband. And yet, I still have an appropriate story thanks to the time my mother INSISTED on setting me up with her coworker's son because we were the same age, supposedly had similar interests, he's a Nice Boy, etc. I repeatedly told my mother I did not want this, but then I visited her at work and we ended up chatting with said coworker, who suggested that we should all get together for dinner sometime. I say "uh-huh, sure, sounds great" because WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO HIS MOTHER??? Anyway, THAT was the data point my mother chose to incorporate and then she asked if she can just give the guy my number and I said sure because at this point the only way out is through. We ended up going to Starbucks and I hope that we would get there and laugh together over the lengths we go to in order to appease our mothers and move on with our lives, but no, he was taking this date seriously. It was all extremely awkward and I bailed as soon as I could without being completely rude about it and he never called me again. So anyway all my friends are married and sometimes I think about trying online dating, but then I get a little nauseous about it so I stay home with my dog instead.
I have rodents of some kind living inside a wall and I have not heard back yet on the maintenance request I submitted late last night when I decided that mysterious scratching was one thing, but frantic squeaking was something else entirely. Fix it, Jesus.
I've finally gotten some stuff booked for my UK trip coming up in...2 weeks. Fix me, Jesus. But! One of my vet school friends is meeting me for the day in Edinburgh and I'm so excited about it. I'm hoping to see some other folks, but she's the main one I've stayed in touch with and I was worried we were only going to get a dinner before her work shift, so a whole day feels like an embarrassment of riches.
Also friend-related, there's a group of four of us from college (plus associated spouses/children) who now all live in kind of the same area, so we are trying to make monthly meet-ups a thing. We got together last weekend and had a great time, and already have the next one on the calendar. Look at us go!
My first date story:
I was, I swear, 13 years old, and an awkward boy called to ask me to a movie he had won tickets to see. I was getting very strong vibes from my mother that I should agree to this, so I did. Later, I believe this caused a near argument between my parents because, as I mentioned, I was thirteen. So anyway, his mom picked me up and we went to see A Cinderella Story starring Hilary Duff and he was an awkward laugher, meaning laughed loudly and mostly when other people weren’t laughing. What I have failed to mention is that I had a huge, unattainable crush on his 17-year-old brother, who happened to pick us up from the movie. I still remember him making eye contact with me and trying not to laugh. The mortification was endless.
Later I found out that this guy had asked another girl first so he didn’t want to be there with me, either. Yay.
That blessed chin hair that only reveals itself in the light of the sun in my car!
It was the summer of 2011 and I ended up on not 1 but 2 dates with married men that I discovered WHILE ON THE DATE. They tried to tell me they were "separated" but I walked out on both and after the 2nd I was DONE with dating. A month later I met my now husband.
It's wild out there, y'all. Godspeed to anyone in the dating world.
First date story is just cute and a little awkward, not bad.
We had been friends for a while, but he lived in Texas and I in Georgia, so our relationship was primarily through AIM and night & weekend minutes.
Unbeknownst to me, he had just driven in from out of state, but didn't know exactly where I worked, and needed a guide to help him surprise me. This was before GPS was for more than spies. So he brought my little brother along, who took a picture of my complete shock when they showed up at my office. My lucky brother got to sit at an Italian restaurant with us, very awkwardly, while we talked about how he had managed this surprise, then escorted us back to my office.
I recall nothing of our date besides the general surprise and feeling special. I married him 14 months later. It's been 18 years.
Treasures and turds this week:
The turds heavily outweigh the treasures, but the treasures are giving us hope.
My husband, the one who drove across the country to take me to lunch, is dealing with a serious unknown health issue. In the last 10 days he's been to 2 specialists and has referrals to two more. They found a mass, but the info on it is unclear. There are scary words in the reports we've gotten but we still don't know what we're actually dealing with. He is weak and we are weary and we are very concerned. His birthday was yesterday and it was kind of sad because he spent most of it dealing with doctors.
Meanwhile we are at home from school with our 4 kids who currently have the 'rona, so we've watched pretty much all of YouTube this week.
Treasures:
Our friends and family and church community have been wonderful. Offers to watch kids, drive to appointments, bring meals.
My text thread with my best friends, made primarily of memes, that gives me life.
We got a replacement washing machine just this morning, 🙌 after not having one for 5 weeks. That is a long time for a family of 6.
It is pretty and quiet and washes the clothes as God intended. A friend picked up our clothes last week and returned them washed and dried and folded and I could have cried.
We have peace in our hearts.
I haven’t been on enough dates to have any wild stories. But my most recent date was last week. It was a second date. The guy had been really nice but I wasn’t sure what I felt yet. Then making out in the car and I felt absolutely nothing. Zero. Zilch. Dating in your 30s sucks.
Well I'm no longer a covid virgin. Should have known it was gonna happen. Six students who attended school this week are quarantining... One of whom coughed right next to me on Monday. 🙄 So I'm getting a lil break from work. Crossing my fingers it's not bad.
Thank you all for sharing your crazy date stories. I've been on very few dates and was feeling a bit bummed about not having any good stories but now I've read yours I'm suddenly more ok with it. 😂
💩 Turd of the week is that symptoms that have been blissfully absent during summer have started coming back. I'm trying really hard to take one day at the time but if I'm honest I'm scared I'm in for another awful winter and I'm worried I won't be able to go to Stockholm and see Penny and Sparrow in a few weeks. On to treasures:
🤓 My new glasses no longer make me seasick. (They now give me a headache, but I'll grab my treasures where I can. 😂)
☀ It's been perfect patio weather so I've spent most of the week out there. I don't ever want to go inside. 🤷♀️
🇸🇪 There's a general election in Sweden in a few weeks and I've discovered that election season is not great for my mental health. I was however able to vote yesterday so now I can ignore the bickering polititians with a clean conscience and live in peace. Bliss.
May you all have a wonderful weekend and if you go on a first date, I hope it won't be too weird!
First date:
Met two guys at a crowded bar on St. Patrick's Day. I sit down with them and chat a while, and then gave one of them my number. He calls the following week and we plan a date. When he arrives to pick me up, his friend from that night is driving(?). My date explains that his car is in the shop, so I ride up front with his friend, who drives us on our date, and spends the entire evening with us.
Later that night, we all arrive at a bar, and he and his friend both buy themselves drinks, but no one offers to buy me anything. I go to the bar to buy myself a drink, feeling rather annoyed, and while I'm waiting for service, I start chatting with a good-looking, funny guy at the bar. My date and his friend then invited a bunch of their buddies to join our group, and my date mostly ignored me. I spent most of the evening timing my drinks so I never needed a refill when the waitress came to our table, so I had an excuse to go up to the bar and chat with the funny guy at the bar. I TOLD funny guy my number (refused to write it down so as not to be too obvious), and he called a couple days later. We will have been married 29 years next month.
My worst date was my junior year of college. I had been seeing this guy for a few weeks that hung out in my friend group sometimes. One night he asks if I want to go see a new movie that just came out called The Girl with Dragon Tattoo. I had never heard of it, but thought it would be some kind of adventure/fantasy movie, so I said sure! ............. That was one of the most intense movies I have ever seen. I almost left mid way through because I didn't think I could handle watching anymore torture. I stuck it out. Told the guy I had a good time. Kissed him when he dropped me off. Woke up the next morning and got on Facebook. Overnight he changed his relationship status from "single" to "In a relationship" with my SORORITY SISTER!!!! I have no idea how they met, or what she thought he was doing on those nights he was with me the few weeks prior. Because we had a lot of mutual friends I had to continue seeing him out and about from time to time and it was the epitome of awkward. The End.
I got the "ick" with my first boyfriend and we both worked at the same place...*everything* he did was cringey (to me) at this point. Even sweet things. I can't say why or when it happened - but the ick hit HARD. We went to Rubios on our lunch break together. He sat down with our drinks, and I blurted out something about wanting to break up. I don't remember what I said, because it was mostly involuntary at that point. We silently drove back to work together.
(luckily, we're very close now and married to different amazing humans)
One of my worst dates was actually my first date.
I was 15. He was 17. SCANDAL.
We drove to the movie theatre in silence.
He bought snacks and refused to share.
(SHOULD HAVE LEFT RIGHT THEN. WE CLEARLY HAVE DIFFERENT PRIORITIES.)
He took me to see Wild Hogs that a local theatre was re-showing. *eye roll*
He wouldn't let me talk during the previews. As in he shushed me and told me that and I quote "The trailers are my favorite part."
When I reached over to hold his hand he pushed my hand away.
He was the loudest laugher in the theatres. Normally not a bad thing. But I was annoyed.
We drove home in silence.
I got a text before I closed my bedroom door that said he had a great time and he wanted to see me next weekend.
I told him I would see him at Wizard of Oz practice on Monday.
Never went on a date with him again.
Ok, I wouldn't say this was a bad first date, but definitely awkward. I submit for your consideration my first date with my husband.
My husband and I were friends for 2 years before we started dating and spent the last 6 months of that being best friends. We met at church. He asked me out and while I was apprehensive about utterly destroying our friendship, I agreed. He took me to a restaurant where it was suddenly hard to find conversation and then a minor league hockey game. The game was terrible. We got there late, halfway through the first period and the score was already obscenely high, like, 7-3 or something. By the end of the 2nd period, it was 13-something. It was bad. So he leans over to me and says, "Hey, do you want to go back to my place??" IMMEDIATELY my brain starts going, "OMG, he wants to have sex!! What did I get myself into???? Who am I on a date with???? Do I know this man AT ALL?!?!?!?!" But I calmed my brain down and said sure, but I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to stay. We got to his place, he pulled into the garage and opened the door for me, which opened into his living room. And on the coffee table were a bunch of white carnations he was dying with colored water. He was making me bouquet of flowers and they weren't done yet, which was why he wanted me to come over, so I could see them. The rest of the night was good, just cuddling on the couch watching random tv. And he gave me the flowers the next day once they were sufficiently dyed.