Years ago I asked a girl from my college out for dinner. When I showed up she had her sister with her, and some of her friends met us at the dining establishment. I was stunned because I thought when I said: would you like to go to dinner with me Friday night, it was pretty clear it was a date and not a group-social-hang-out.
I paid for everyone’s dinner, but left very soon after. I never asked her out again.
This date was kind of like a date except it wasn’t a date, therefore it’s the most non datelike date I’ve ever had. We went to the park and I looked for shelf fungus, because I’m into that kind of stuff. We went out to eat. Then I got really, disgustingly sick, but I didn’t tell him because I was embarrassed. We watched a movie. He stayed late and I told him he could sleep in my twin bed. We slept in the same bed together, feet to face. Swear to god, we were just friends. No, really, we weren’t into each other that way.
And yeah, I married him.
You’re right, I should have made that more clear.
This is so weird but it made me laugh so hard. I wish this was like a common argument the two of you have throughout your marriage. “Dammit woman, you can’t just drop a whole ham in front of me and expect me to be finished in 20 minutes! I just don’t eat ham that fast!”
Unloading pumpkins off a truck with some other volunteers for a church to sell. Another time we went for a walk (too easy to call it a hike) in a national park.
Mine and my husband’s first date was a movie where I brought along my son. (He knew I was going to.) Later, when we were sitting out in the car talking, my son was climbing all over the place and farted on my now husband’s leftover M&Ms. Our second date was at a fast food place drinking coffee and talking for hours. I wasn’t much of a coffee drinker back then and got wired as a terrier.
There’s a guy I’ve known for ages who asked me out on two dates. I’ve been married twice, and both times the social events were slated for right after I’d just met “the one,” which made the dates a little awkward. He has since told me to let him know if I ever need a “push” to get married a third time.
The date my husband proposed to me on was probably the most unromantic date we have ever been on.
I was driving him to the apt he was staying at whole visiting me. I had changed into my pjs before driving him to the apt, and we decided to get something to eat on the way. He kept trying to get me to pull over at these parks after dark, and I kept saying no way, it’s too dark and cold and I just want to get back to the apt and eat then go home and sleep. He finally gave up and we went to Taco Bell (I still remember what we got, I had a spicy chicken burrito and he got a spicy chicken taco). So we get to the apt, and he goes to change into his pjs. He took longer than I thought was normal, and when he came out of the bedroom, he had something in his pocket, so I reached for it to see what it was. He jumped like 3 feet back, and I was getting really irritated at his strange behavior all night. I said," lets just eat." He kneels in fount of me, and I thought that was weird for a prayer over Taco Bell, but what ever. Then he holds my hand and asks me to marry him. He shows me the ring which was in his pocket, and I was stunned. I said “You aren’t supposed to do it like this!” And nugged him, which made him fall on his butt. He laughed and said, “so yes or no”. I said “of course yes!!”
And that was the lamest and best date we ever had.
Having had a preemie newborn, and never imagining the thought of taking her camping, I would just like to point out that you have some balls, woman. And I mean that in the most respectful way.
She still pushes me to eat more watermelon than I can take! She keeps saying “It’s mostly water”, but I find it hard to drink that much water, too!
I had one of those, my “date” her 3 kids, and mom, and aunt. I was under the impression kids were staying with mom.
As it so happened the next day she asked me to meet up with her at a friends house and I ended up having sex with her in a spare bedroom there. We went out a few more times but turned out she needed someone a little more kinky than I to keep her happy.
Had one for a valentines day, we had met once before and we were pretty chummy, she invited me over to her place and made me dinner, I brought movies, we watched them. The thing that made it weird was for all her warm hugs and kisses at greeting time and mutual flirting during dinner, she made a point out of avoiding physical contact after that… I would have been totally content just sitting close, but nooo, parked herself in a little recliner 8 feet away. I even made a point of asking her to come sit closer, she refused.
We went out 2 more times with her being similarly distant and she eventually told me she was seeing someone else, apparently as of the day before valentines day :rolleyes: but felt guilty about ditching me the day before so she just ran with it.
Shit like that makes me wish I could get a refund for those last 2 dates.
Apparently my parents’ first date was on a small muddy island in the middle of an estuary- you have to wade out at low tide, through knee high mud, then you’re stuck there, about a foot above the waterline, with thousands of pissed off seabirds, until the tide goes back out. My Dad claims he asked her because he needed someone to carry his camera tripod.
I’m surprised I exist too 
My wife and I met online, pretty much by accident. She lived in southern Ohio, I lived in Baltimore, MD. After a few months of emails and phone calls, I flew to Columbus and we had a fairly conventional date. A month or so later we agreed to meet at about the half-way point between our homes, at Swallow Falls State Park. We planned to stay Saturday and Sunday nights. This was in late April, somewhat early in the season for western Maryland camping. On Sunday morning, everyone else who was camping there packed up and left. I mean everyone. From Sunday around noon until we left on Monday, we were the only humans in that park. A ranger drove through once. It was an amazing camping experience and a pretty cool second date. It was the only camping date I’ve ever been on.
I went on a camping date once. Sort of.
We’d been friends for a few weeks, but we had common friends for many years. We went to the drive-in a few times, then she asked me and two other friends to go camping. We shared a tent. When we woke up, we discovered that we were holding hands.
We went to the drive-in that night and ended up making out.
The movie had something to do with a boat.
On our first date my husband and I went to see the new Michael Douglas/Kathleen Turner movie, because one of the things we’d found we had in common was liking for Romancing the Stone, so romantic!
Have you seen War of the Roses? Not exactly first date movie. More of a last date movie.
And yet, reader, I married him.
I’m a totally heterosexual guy, and I accidentally went on a gay date without realizing it once.
After graduating college and starting my first job, I had trouble meeting women who weren’t work associates, so I went to a young Jewish professionals mixer, which was largely devoid of women (or at least any attractive ones). But, I was hungry and it was at a bar that had decent food, so I decided to make the best of it and got dinner. I struck up a conversation with one of the other guys who had shown up at the mixer and had a good time chatting. At the end of the night, we exchanged number as I thought he seemed like a decent guy and was someone to hang out with.
Cut to a week later on a Sunday night, when I was thinking I really wanted a sandwich at a particular restaurant, but it’s a bit far away and it’s not the kind of place you’d go to alone. And who should call but this same guy, and he randomly suggests if I don’t have any plans, he wanted to grab dinner at the same restaurant. I think “Gee, this guy is awesome and thinks just like me”. So, we have dinner, have a great time, and then at the end of the meal he puts his hand on my hand and asks if I want to go out to a nearby lake with him.
:eek: must have been the expression on my face… I thanked him for the suggestion for dinner and said “I’m sorry I have to get to work early tomorrow and I have to go”. I threw out his number and never heard from him again. And I felt so guilty afterwards for not realizing that I had probably led this guy on at the original event because I was too oblivious to see that nothing in the invite for the mixer said it was “heterosexual only”…
I wandered around Staten Island with a girl. We had a goal in mind but didn’t reach it, if memory serves.
It technically didn’t work out, because I spent the next day with the woman who’s now my GF and I never called SI-girl back, but the date itself wasn’t the problem.
WhyNot is our resident Wild Wise Woman. And I mean that in a fairly awed way.
I’d just like to point out that back in the old days, newborns went camping every single day.
If gay had never even entered your mind up until he hit on you, you’re innocent of any wrongdoing. 
All I know is, if we were suddenly sent back to Paleolithic times, WhyNot is the Doper I’d most rely on for survival.
True enough. She gets to be our chief.