I haven’t even fully introduced myself, yet I’m starting to tell you about my first date. Actually, dates aren’t even on my mind since I’m way past that stage, but a friend of mine sent me a video today of her father talking about his first date with his wife who has Alzheimers sitting across from him. It’s actually really cute.
I’ve had many, many, many, many first dates but my very first first date happened when I was in ninth grade. I was a cute kid when I was little – long blonde hair that curled at the bottom Shirley Temple-style - but when adolescence hit, that all changed and not for the good.
When you are a child and you are stick-thin, people really don’t notice too much, but when you are a teenager looking for a guy, it matters a heluva lot.
Seemed the boys wanted fully endowed girls who could give them what their hormones needed, but I wasn’t that gifted.
So I became quite subconscious and withdrew into a shell.
When I was in the ninth grade, I was sitting in study hall and I kept getting hit on the back of the head by spit balls. I turned around and some jerk a couple of rows back thought nothing was funnier than to see me turn around and scowl at him, which I did a number of times.
This lasted until the end of ninth grade when finally he got the nerve up to ask me if I wanted to meet him at the movies. Of course, I said yes. I have no idea why…I think it had something to do with never having a date before and I wanted to see what it was like.
I had a cousin – Myriam was her name. She was an outcast, too, only she did have boobs and lots of them so I never understood why the boys weren’t paying attention to her.
We were excited. I was about to have my first date, something both of us never experienced ever in all our lives.
We made it to the movies and sat in the third row when I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around and there he was. His name was Nicky Bowen, that much I can remember. I also remember him sending some little kid over to Myriam and I, telling us that Nicky wanted me to sit with him. I guess I didn’t have the first date thing all figured out, so I went and sat with him leaving Myriam kinda pissed because she had to sit alone.
I was nervous. He took my hand in his and placed in on his stomach as we watched the movie. Up and down my hand would go according to his breathing and it was the closest thing to sex I ever felt in my whole life.
Finally, the movie was over, we said goodbye and I went to find Myriam.
When Monday came, I didn’t even speak to the boy.
Now if that isn’t a soul mate thing, I don’t know what is. I think that was the first time I ever used someone instead of them using me and it felt pretty darn good. That’ll teach’em to spit spit balls at me.
Do you remember your first first date? Watch my friend’s father as he remembers when he and his wife – my friend’s grandmother – dated for the first time…it’s so cute!
