Story Weekend: Disastrous First Date
Have you ever had a really bad first date? If so, I hope you’ll tell us about it…and squeeze the juicy details into those 100 words!
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve contributed. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge.
My disastrous first date led to a disastrous three year marriage! Short, not sweet but true!
The end.
P.S. It’s ok, you can laugh. Many moons ago.
oh well. many of us have one of those!
It wasn’t actually the first date but the prelude. I had met a guy and he never called back, because my mom called him by another guy’s name (a guy I was avoiding).
I concocted a very clever ego-building story about needing his advice about stereos, (this was when women didn’t just call men) and called and rambled on nervously for several minutes. When I stopped for a breath, his brother said “I think you want Brad”. That guy is now my brother-in-law…I married Brad!
I love it.
Can you imagine? I can’t remember my first date or how disastrous it was, ot not. My mind draws a blank and I can’t think of any dates until I met Julio the summer of 1959 as one of those sweep me off my feet, fall in love the first time kinds of dates.
Though, we met somewhat by accident: being at the same place at the same time through friends we had in common, we hit it off right away.
The disaster was that a year after a most beautiful relationship–we were separated by an ocean and the need to leave behind the encroaching ties of repression in Cuba
Our first encounter was at the meeting of a campus street theater group. Uneventful, but I liked his dog, and he took me home with him to show me his fish. “School is a drag,” he said. “Wanna do something? We could go to Denver to a rock concert.”
Well, we didn’t. Instead we started sewing… made sleeping bags, backpacks, a tent. We sold all we had and headed east to hike the Appalachian Trail. Quite a long first date. That was in 1972. We’ve been married over 40 years now.
I went out on a blind date (arranged by a friend) with a gal who, from the moment I arrived to pick her up, was hyper, nervous, paranoid, and questioning everything in a way that made me more nervous than I already was. “Are you a good driver? I’m sitting on the ‘death side’ of the car!” “Why are your windows tinted dark?” “You do know that I told everyone who I was going out with, just in case?” “Why did you pick this restaurant?” Dinner was awkward. I drove her home and said goodnight. Our first and last date.