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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2009 12:05:56 GMT
Inspired by a post in Change the Station music thread I had a fond remembrance of my first date with Mr. C. Although,we had been seeing each other,our first official "date" was to see the movie The Deer Hunter. Only two weeks ago,they tore down the old theatre where we saw.
I remember it like it was yesterday especially in light of how powerful the movie was and the fact that Mr. C avoided the draft and Viet Nam by hiding out as a fugitive on an island off of Alaska for almost 2 years. (Another whole story).
Any first date remembrances? Good,bad,funny,sad or just plain wonderful.
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Post by traveler63 on Aug 27, 2009 13:27:08 GMT
My first "date" was at Mom's and Dad's place. It was more like come over for coffee because they had "a nice young man for me to meet". They conveniently left and we got into a game of Scrabble, which I ended up throwing the tiles at him because of an off the wall word, that I was convinced he had made up. It was funny and he made a comment that I wasn't like other girls, but you know I knew then he was the one. 40 years later, he still is.
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Post by spindrift on Aug 27, 2009 20:41:48 GMT
How wonderful for you both to be with the same person all your life.  |
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Post by tillystar on Aug 28, 2009 9:27:11 GMT
When I was about 17 a boy came round to out house to pick me up go on a date. He came into the kitchen where my Mum was struggling with the sliding patio door which had jammed. He offered to help and managed to pop the door out of its frame and it fell forwards into the garden taking him with it, it landed with him sprawled on top of it. Thankfully both he and the glass were unbroken…maybe his pride was a little dented though…
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Post by bazfaz on Aug 28, 2009 10:21:07 GMT
When I went to university in Durban I met a girl called Debbie. We chatted and had coffee together in the refectory before I borrowed my mother's car and went on our first date. When I returned her to her house and went briefly inside her father's face registered horror. Obviously Debbie had talked about me (David) and this is a good Jewish name. Her father was a Rabbi and was dumbfounded at his daughter going out with a goy.
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Post by imec on Aug 28, 2009 14:04:31 GMT
The future Mrs. I and I had gone out a few times - but always met somewhere. The time came when I was to actually go to he to her house to pick her up for our date. Apparently, mother, father and the two older sisters had assembled to form some sort of welcome/evaluation committee. I completely screwed up their plan by first going to the back door instead of the front (they had assembled in the living room) and second by insisting we split right away because I had arranged a ride from a guy who was late for another engagement.
After I delivered her home that evening, the posse (which I believe had grown by this time) was awaiting her wanting to know Who is that boy?! (apparently the very long hair and mutton chops hadn't made a reassuring impression) How old is he?! Where does he live?! Once it was determined that I wasn't actually much older than her, I lived down the street and that our parents in fact knew each other, the heat was off - for a while.
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Post by lola on Aug 28, 2009 15:40:09 GMT
welcome/evaluation committee -- love it
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Post by nic on Aug 29, 2009 7:25:22 GMT
You mean there's something that comes after a First Date?
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Post by rikita on Sept 4, 2009 22:47:43 GMT
well i "met" my bf on an internet forum, and at first we just emailed occasionally but that soon turned into more interest and flirting so one day when we were talking on msn we spoke about dates and how the concept of dating isn't that common here and how i thus never get asked out on dates - to which he said that then he wants to take me out to a restaurant on friday. first i thought he was joking but he wasn't, and after a bit of hesitation i agreed... must have been a very expensive date for him - not so much the restaurant, but the train fair (about 100 euros return from his town) and the night in a hotel. and with the result that i wasn't attracted to him (then). we kept speaking though and somehow, even though on the date i had thought he isn't my type, i couldn't stop thinking about him. so later on he visited me just as a friend (this time i let him stay at my place), and somehow things happened...
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 5, 2009 2:13:43 GMT
That's pretty romantic, Rikita!
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Post by cristina on Sept 5, 2009 2:42:10 GMT
The future Mrs. I and I had gone out a few times - but always met somewhere. The time came when I was to actually go to he to her house to pick her up for our date. Apparently, mother, father and the two older sisters had assembled to form some sort of welcome/evaluation committee. I completely screwed up their plan by first going to the back door instead of the front (they had assembled in the living room) and second by insisting we split right away because I had arranged a ride from a guy who was late for another engagement. After I delivered her home that evening, the posse (which I believe had grown by this time) was awaiting her wanting to know Who is that boy?! (apparently the very long hair and mutton chops hadn't made a reassuring impression) How old is he?! Where does he live?! Once it was determined that I wasn't actually much older than her, I lived down the street and that our parents in fact knew each other, the heat was off - for a while. Imec, I found this touchingly humorous. Not for me, but because it reminded me of my parents (no worries, I am sure I am older than you). My parents families were from two different countries. One side immigrants from Europe to the US and the other immigrants from the UK to Canada. Every time the story is told of the two families meeting each other, the mafia undertones seem to grow (despite the fact that there were no Italians involved. Just Spaniards and Irishfolk.) Oh, and the Irish stood in for the mafia in those stories! (Obviously no offense to Italians or Corsicans or the mafia of any nationality.) The good news is that both sides approved of the match, and with very great thanks, I am here to report on its success. |
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