I was 16 years old and it was the end of my junior year in high school when I got asked on my first date. I actually went to a tech school so there was a wide variety of kids that went there mostly stoners, rednecks, and the kids that got expelled from their home schools. I didn't fit into any of those categories, I was just unusual...or at least I thought I was, but I was just a teenage kid trying to find myself like all teenage kids do. Anyhow, I wasn't popular and I didn't talk to many people, but it was alright. I was still trying to emulate Jesse Camp from MTV circa 1997 and expressed my uniqueness through my clothes. I also didn't shave my legs. It was left over from 2 year prior when I decided I wanted to be a "hippie". Well, I decided I might want to start shaving my legs, so I shaved one leg. And because of that one shaved leg, I got my first date.
I was at the lunch table with home remodeling and carpentry students (I was a business computer technology student) and they were calling me a lesbian as usual cos of my European relationship with body hair and my friend said to them, "she's bi now! She shaved one leg." The guy across from me, we will call him Dave, was intrigued by this. He asked if he could see, he had never known someone to shave just one leg. So I showed him and even let him feel my shins. He was also impressed by my fishnet sleeves I wore under shirts (made simply by cutting the crotch out of a pair of fishnets and voila!) However, my hairy leg is what inspired him to ask me on a date. Now, Dave was a strange breed he wore wrangler jeans, polo shirts, and cowboy boots looked every bit your standard country type, but his favorite artist was Marilyn Manson. I looked as more like a Mansonite than he ever would, but I didn't; I listened to Radiohead and Blur. Anyhow, he asked me on a date, and it was the first time I was ever asked on a date and he wasn't gross so I said yes, little did I know this was the start of a decade of strange and sometimes terrible dates.
So it was the evening of our first date and I was waiting for him to come pick me up. This is before high schoolers had cell phones, so I just waited. I think we were suppose to go out around 5 or something and he had called from a pay phone right down the road from my house to make sure he knew how to get there. And now it was like hour later and I was still waiting. Seriously, my very first date and I'm about to get stood up? What the hell? Finally he calls. "Mary," he says, "I couldn't find your house, so I just went home. Maybe we can go out another time." Seriously? I lived in a town that is a mile and a half square,.there was one turn he had to make, and he got lost? I made him come back and take me on the date that day. He was able to find the house. I don't really remember too much about the date, I think I made him take me to the super deluxe Chinese buffet. I mostly remember he tried to cancel the date 'cos he couldn't find my house.
I dated him for that whole summer. I made him spend a lot of money on me. One time he got me flowers and he wrote my name, "Marry". My name is not an easy name to mis-spell, but he managed to. Poor guy just didn't get it. The relationship ended, when he quit returning my calls. I didn't mind, because, around that same time, I met my dream guy as far as dream guys go when your 17. He had tattoos and long black hair and wore cut off corduroy shorts with combat boots. He was beautiful. I had called and left messages for Dave cos it was around his birthday and I really wasn't positive if he had dumped me or just disappeared. But when Dave didn't show up for his birthday party I planned for him, I had a nice break up party with my bff with break up cakes and everything. The cakes were pink anyhow. And just for the kicker (and I mean literally) the end end was when I ran into him at the county fair and went up to him and kicked him. As for Mr. Dream Guy, he's a whole other story... not sure if he'll make it in this blog of epic dates, but obviously that didn't work out either or I wouldn't have this decade of dating experiences.
My first date was pretty average compared to some of the dates I've experienced, but I feel it is a good tone setter for other dates. Rarely have I turned down a date, and I've got so many more to share.
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