In honor of Rebel Ink Press’s birthday, I’m going to share my
first date with my ex-husband. I will randomly select one commentor for a gift of one of my titles (your choice).
It was in the fall of 1981. I had met Greg that past August, when
he and a friend were driving around town and gave my girlfriend, Heidi, and I a ride. I know…mom’s warn us about these kind of things for a reason. :) But once our mutual interest became known we were in contact.
Greg was a freshman at Ohio University while I was still a lowly
sophomore at Marion L. Steele High School. We sent letters to each other and even spoke on the phone a few times. But I was still an awkward teenage girl of fifteen who had never really dated before.
Our dating disaster was the first time that Greg was coming home from college and taking me out on a “real” date. Greg was my first “real” boyfriend. We were going to go out to dinner and then to a dance at school. Meeting my family was easy for Greg. His father and my father worked together and being from a small town, everyone knew everyone else. Greg and I even had been to other parties but never had connected before that past summer.
Now that the date was here, I was so nervous about how I was
going to act, that I didn’t want to go out to eat with him. I was embarrassed about eating out at a nice place, since I hadn’t done much of that before. I didn’t want to look like a child so I told him that I wasn’t interested in eating out and let’s just grab some food somewhere. Somewhere meant McDonald’s in our town, so we ate our McDonald’s at the local beach. It was dark and we were in the car, so I had no worries about anyone seeing us or me making a fool of myself.
Since we were alone, we had to keep the conversation going. It was strained and stilted. Each of us weren’t sure how to act with the other. Instead of going to the dance, we decided to go home early and I would see him the following time he returned to town. Basically the whole evening was a bust and I thougtht that I wouldn’t see him again…however, that didn’t prove to be true. We survived our first date disaster. But we didn't survive the marriage! However, that's another tale!
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8/17/2012 03:58:39 am
I'll go first. After my divorce, I realized that I had never picked up a woman before. I had met girlfriends through common activities, but never when I was looking for a girlfriend. So I listed with a dating service. Two, in fact. I didn't have a lot of success there - a few false starts, nothing else. But then I had the opportunity to take a fellow singer out. I thought there was a real connection; she knew me and even showed interest thirteen years ago, before I met my now-ex. We talked forever, and arranged a date that would start with a hike in the Wissahickon Creek trail.
8/17/2012 05:00:38 am
Glad you were able to give it another try and make some substantial from such a false start!
8/17/2012 07:10:09 am
Some good things come from bad beginnings, though the goodness doesn't always last forever. Not that you are old, but would you say it'd be different today if a college student dated a 15 year old? Of course I'm sure you were beyond him in maturity.
I think that society wouldn't allow it today. It is certainly frowned upon for someone older to be with a girl still in high school. It is funny how age makes all the difference when you are younger yet when you are older the difference in age doesn't mean anything!!
8/17/2012 11:59:38 am
my first "real"date was also with a college freshman when I was 15, a few weeks later when he returned to college and his "real"girlfriend he broke my heart. I wouldn't go back and do that over for all the money in the world LOL! Thanks for sharing, Carin
8/17/2012 12:18:13 pm
Hi, Melissa! We can all relate to those dating disasters. I've had too many to count, and let's not even get started on the marriages :-D
8/18/2012 01:14:24 am
Wow! What a date! My first "date" was when I was in high school. I was in Jr. ROTC and went to the military ball......alone.....where I met this scraggly looking kid. I kinda felt sorry for him, but he really wanted to dance so we did. We ended up getting pics taken there together and before the end of the night we kissed. The next day, he of course, thought we had "hooked up". Well, needless to say that was not what happened and he didn't take it well! BAD date...lol.
8/18/2012 02:21:03 am
And now we know why he's an ex! lol
8/18/2012 03:58:54 am
Now I know why the kids now date in groups <g> No one knows how to talk to someone at 15 especially when they're "older". Glad my bad date happened in college - I had some maturity - LOL
Donna, I'm sure it would have helped to have more than just the two of us there. But the day I met Greg was a hilarious day too. I had to pull a nail file (metal one) on his friend because he wouldn't stop trying to come on to me. I finally climbed over the seat into the front and refused to move from next to Greg. I wasn't going to put up with it anymore!
8/19/2012 01:37:36 pm
My worst date was when we were out, i bit into a candy apple and a loose tooth came out and stuck to the apple. not a preety sight
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