I actually don’t. And, of course, there’s always the question of what is a date. We’re actually still friends to this day but I can not remember what the first date was. I’ll assume it was some combination of go to the mall, see a film, get dinner.
Well, do you remember the first kiss?
Absolutely
Yep. Went to a local carnival. I remember riding the Ferris wheel. I was in 6th grade.
Never really ‘dated’ I guess. Usually started as hanging out with a group of friends until things got familiar and…the whole date thing would have been a formality. But I do remember my first date with The Missus when we finally got around to it. Far more awkward & electrifying is that first kiss, though. Yowza. At least it was Yowza with the two I married.
My first date was prom my senior year of high school. My arm was in a cast and I’d just been released from the hospital earlier in the day after having my appendix out midweek. There’s a considerable amount of family lore built up around the bizarre details of that first date. I remember it clearly.
My first kiss …not so much. I remember who and the plenty about the relationship just not the kiss itself.
My first date was when I took my cousin to a school dance. I think we were about 13. Our mothers had sent us to dance school (something like Arthur Murray), so we knew all the necessary steps.
Since we were the same age, we were always getting paired together, like being the usher and bridesmaid at an older cousin’s wedding.
After I came out, I don’t remember anything that I’d call a “date” with a guy.
I don’t really remember much about my first date. The third date, however, was the first time I saw Star Wars and the first time I saw real life boobies. THAT was memorable.
My first date. My parents took us to dinner at olive garden. My dad bit into a pepper from the salad and it shot pepper juice across the table and into her eye. Good times.
I grew up in a location in which “dates” are something that happens in movies*; my first date took place when I was in graduate school. I remember being asked and thinking “oooooh, oh yeah, they go on ‘dates’ here!”
- We go out in teenage herds and couples find discreet (or not so discreet) corners. The whole “going out as a couple” thing doesn’t make much sense when everybody is going to end up at the same bars anyway.
Sadly yes. To this day I still get flashbacks from just the smell of whiskey 
As Obi-Wan said, “You’ve taken your first step into a larger world.” 
Yup, I remember my first date. It was a triple-date with two of my classmates – they were going to go to see a movie with the girls that they were dating, and the girls had a friend whom they wanted to bring along; thus, I got recruited to be the “date” for their friend. (It was a pretty bad movie, too: “Class of 1984.”)
It led to one more date with her (I took her to the homecoming dance), and after that, I was informed that she didn’t care to see me again. 
Oddly, I don’t, and I don’t even know who it would have been. I do remember my first kiss, but there was no date involved with that one.
My first date we went to see Ryan’s Daughter.
My first kiss was two years before that, at the observation deck of the Empire State Building.
Eighth grade graduation dance. Craig T. He bought the tickets, but we met there - our respective folks dropped us off. A week or so after the dance was graduation, and I didn’t see him again for more than 35 years. We went to different high schools but thru the magic of Google, I found him. After exchanging a few emails, we met for dinner. That was 9 or 10 years ago, and I haven’t seen him since.
I also remember my first date with my husband - that was much more successful - we eloped 4 weeks later.
I still know what the circumstances were, but I don’t think I have any direct memories of it. Or, I remember the facts, but not the experience itself.
It wasn’t a big deal, and nothing further came of it.
First kiss was amazing. Still one of the best kissers ever. 4th grade. Full on make out. It was glorious. I remember it vividly. Josh Barnhart was and is a stud.
First real date. I was a freshman in high school. He was a senior at a rival high school. I was upstairs getting showered after a soccer game. He sat and talked with my parents while I was getting ready. My folks liked him. As we were leaving, my mom yelled out, “don’t let him touch your boobs!” And my parents cackled. So embarrassing. We dated for a few weeks. But I broke up with him because he was a bad kisser. He’d do this intense shove his tongue down my throat thing. I wasn’t savvy enough to say, “don’t do that. It’s weird and doesn’t do anything for me.” But I was savvy enough to break up with him.
I was in 8th grade and I got asked to the high school’s Sadie Hawkins day dance by a a freshman (an older man!) It was the first time I ever “partied hard” so that state of mind didn’t help when we walked into the gym and word was spreading that a kid, whom everyone knew and was a friend of my date, had been killed by a car earlier that day. It was surreal. That same guy would lose his younger brother(my classmate) a few years later in a car accident that involved four kids from my class.
A boy in my Hebrew school went through the class and asked each girl out on a date. He was my first date, when he got to me. 
He took me to see a laser show at the planetarium, and then we went out to Dunkin Donuts, and had donuts. I think he kissed me when he took me home, but I’m not sure. No, not a lot of chemistry, but it was a decent “practice dating” experience.
My first kiss was when I was quite young, in summer camp. A guy I liked basically ran in, planted a kiss, and ran away. I wonder what became of him. I’d probably still like him if I ran into him today.
I was 12 and I went to the mall to see Return of the Jedi with the Cutest Boy in School. My mom drove us and met us after the movie. I was so excited. After the movie, I had to pee very badly… but there was no way I was going to let him know I actually went to the bathroom…We went to the Gap after the movie and I went to try something on, desperate not to wet my pants. Didn’t make it. My mom, being the best damage control mom in the business discovers this as I was taking a suspiciously long time in the changing room. She buys me the outfit and declares it so cute that I should just wear it home. Damage Managed!
Thank you, Mom. I’ll have to bring that story up to her soon and see if she remembers. I haven’t thought of it in years!