All I can remember is when he kissed me some gross fuzzy mouth mucous thing transferred from his mouth to mine.  It was not good.

Needless to say, we did not have a 2nd date.

that I was scared out of my freaking mind! Thats about all.

wouldn;t know... never had one before

All I can say is that we went to the circus and my date ended up being scared away by the clowns......now that I think about it I cant remember why I even considered dating him in the first place.....

My first date was with a guy who was a year behind me in school--in the early 60s, that was considered scandalous for some reason, they probably thought I was a predatory older woman or something.  Anyway, we were a good cover for each other, me being a lesbian and him gay, because in those days you could get killed if anybody even thought you weren't straight. The ickiest part of any of our dates was that we had to kiss each other goodnight if there was anybody else around....

I felt alive and wish I could have felt that way forever  

i was nervous and excited the guy was my bestfriends sisters boyfriend. he was very handsome.  I was his last real date. he was about to enroll in the army and go to the war. we went to a drive in show and he gave me my first and only kiss from him. i dont know what happened to him after but his steady broke up with him ater she found out about our date.

vomiting from a bad can of beer...

Someone tried to set me up with a guy, but it did not turn out to be a date.  He wanted to psychoanalyze me!

My  first date..  i don't remeber it quite well,  i don't remeber where did it took place.. but i do remeber i had a really good time, i remeber i didn't ask permision to my mon and she got really angry when she found out, i remeber i really liked this guy ,  he told me everything about his life and he was so interesting..   =)

First date eh? Well at school I had a few of those ('my friend wants to know if you'll go out with him?') kind of dates, but I guess my first REAL date was when i was about 16.  I had met this boy at a disco and he invited me out. I was so excited. I got myself all poshed up and lovely and off I went. We met at a bus stand near his house and to my surprise he had booked a table at a local Italian. Now you've got to understand something here, i was not used to eating in restaurants, getting poshed up was a chore in itself but the restaurant thing was pushing it. Don't get me wrong it was a lovely thing that he did but me spaghetti sauce and a posh top...nooo waay. the meal seemed to go on forever, trying so hard not to drop that last peice of sticky spag bol down myself was akin to eating a boul of soup with a fork.

Anyway the meal ended and he took me to his home. To my absolute horror of horrors his lovely mum had set out a beautiful table for us, prawn salad,  cake, even a little flower in a vase. The spagetti churned in my tummy, there was no way I could even have tried to eat it, and to top that I felt so darn guily she'd gone to a lot of trouble. I remember that he felt just as bad and duly covered up the salad to stop it from spoiling and off we went into the lounge. Phew close call.

We spent the next hour or so listening to ACDC ( at that time I hated heavy metal it was like somene scratching their nails down a blackboard) BUT like the dutiful date I listened. I was still so nervous I mean I really fancied this boy, I held his hand and was so twitchy that I had gripped it extremely tight and was rubbing the top of it as if it was gonna suddenly gonna produce a genie. he pulled it away and kind of pulled a face to say What the Hell ? I was so embarrassed. Anyway I survived and home time loomed,his dad drove me home and we shared a light kiss and I NEVER SAW HIM AGAIN...so to summarise...now lets see, bus fare 50p, Italian meal 5 quid, bus fare to his 20p....taking the top layer of his skin off and being dumped in one day...PRICELESS.

So to summarise, poshed up, noshed up,

My first date was a doozy.  I remember scoring a yes from the hottest girl I have ever met, she was a hippie chick and it was doomed from the start.  I called her house but she was staying with an uncle for the summer, so home court was gone.  I had to call her long distance but her uncle's house was on the way...she'd meet me at a drop point. 

I picked her up and SHE brought the malt liqour, Colt 45.  I hit the beltway around DC and was headed the wrong way to the Cap Center where the concert was.  I pulled off for directions and set off a burgular alarm...a little buzzed and had to wait for the cops.  Explained the situation and got to the concert after the opening band. 

Afterwards I headed home, missed the turn off and again headed miles out of the way, I was driving in heavy traffic for the first time after only having a license for three weeks.  I was hating myself at this point.  Then I couldn't find her uncle's house.  At 2:30 am I pulled into a motel lot to call home and for her to call her uncle. Yes, I was at a motel with the most incredible girl and was not even expecting a kiss.

I called my folks and said I'll be home in an hour and a half and I never want to discuss this night with anyone...til now.

What I remember is this:

Mirror Mirror on the wall, please tell me this:

Will I prevail at all?

My hands wouldn't stop sweating because I was so nervous.

I do remember my first date. It was in 7th grade. The boy's name was Michael. We went to the movies to see "School of Rock" He was so afraid to meet my dad. When we were inside the theather he wanted to buy my ticket and popcorn and drink but I insisted that he didnt because I was an independent girl and didnt need him to pay for me. We laughed the entire movie and Michael was scared out of his mind because my dad had talked to him. We didnt 'do' anything during the movie. After it was over he wouldnt even hug me goodbye because of my dad. He gave me a handshake. Next day at school he told all his friends how scary my dad was.

I guess the thing I remember most about my first  date, was the chemistry we had . it was magic and there was a instant closeness that quickly grew to love. We separated years later but I will never forget the feeling and the laughter we shared.

Praying that when Adam came to the house my step dad wouldn't grill him.

On the way home we took a short cut,as we were late, and I fell off a log on the common and chipped my elbow, arrived home crying and my mum shouting at Adam what have you done to her.

Surprisingly there was no second date ....

I was pretty then and too young to date. I was 14 or 15. My mother dropped me off at a high school football game. His name was John Jernigan. He met me at the car. My mother bought all my clothes for me. She dressed me in a cream colored blazer and orange and black buffalo plaid wool pants. I hated what I had on. We walked a bit and then he went over to talk to some girls and the next thing I know, he was gone. He dumped me. Then I ran into John Drehs. Nobody liked him because he was SO totally obnoxious but he kinda saved me that night. Not a good experience. I didn't cry.

 he was such a gentalman, he was sweet and kind. anything i wanted.  he opened doors for me. he was nice to everyone.  he made me happy to be me. usually im uncomfortable around men, but i felt like a totally different person. i didnt get a kiss because he had a cold.  he was unlike anyone ive ever known, so a few months later i married him and hes still that wounderful to me. he still gets the doors and would do anything for me.  two years of great joy.  and im not shy anymore.  that first date totally changed my life.