I met this girl at a party once. VERY hot girl. We had a mutual friend who talked me up in front of her. We went to Kings Dominion (a theme park here in Northern VA) with a bunch of people, and I was getting all the signs that she was interested, but shy.
I ended up asking her out, being forced to resort to the ol’, “Well, we’ll just go as friends and I’ll pay for everything,” schick. Well, when I went to go pick her up, she brought a few notebooks with her. I later found out that these were books full of her poetry and she wanted to read some of it to me. “Yes! I’m in!” I thought to myself. Then she read the first poem. It was about her going to a hotel room with about 10 other guys, she being the only girl, getting wasted on all kinds of drugs and alcohol, and getting gang banged.
I was having lunch at the Union Station Food Court with a girl I was going out with. It wasn’t a date because we just were trying to have lunch together, we both were fairly poor, and we hated the Longworth cafeteria. Still, some would classify it as a date.
It was the week the Boy Scouts of America were roming the Capitol, drowning out power suits in a sea of brown. They had overtaken the Longworth cafeteria as well, and had made their way to Union Station. It was packed, but my date and I managed to find a table that was untaken. These were in short order, and a Boy Scout from a town in my state commonly associated with producing hicks, it starts with an M and ends with anchester, asked if he could sit with us. I told him, “Sorry, we’d like to have lunch alone.” He said we really should let him sit there, I politely told him to find another table. He refused to budge, and I screamed, “Listen, roadkill breath, I’m kind of on a date here, so I don’t want your manure stench and gay-hating ass in our proximity. So FIND ANOTHER FUCKING TABLE!!!”
Now, I’m six feet tall but I’m lanky and it looks like I’d have trouble disposing of my little sister (which is true, she bites and uses her nails). This guy was about my height but looked like he had arm muscles that were used to wrestle cows or whatever they do in the aforementioned town. But apparently this was enough for him to be shocked-looking, and he quietly walked away.
That’s not the good part. My display caused my date to snarf iced tea onto her white blouse, so she had to leave early, and I had to explain to her boss that she had to go back to her dorm to find a new blouse, and because of the commute it would’ve been pointless for her to return. Her boss thought it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.
I think this is the first time anyone has given me directions using Longitude and Latitude. Next time someone asks me for directions I am going to try this.
My most memorable date is one that had a lot packed into it. I live in Washington state and my town is in a valley, lot’s of good places for hiking without a huge drive involved. So we started off just hiking in the hills and enjoying the scenery. This was a second date, and when he brought up the Goldendale Observatory, I mentioned that I had never been. He suggested we go right then! It wasn’t late enough in the day to be open, but since it was a couple of hours away, we jumped in his truck and left.
The drive there always reminds me of something out of a Louis L’ Amour book. Lot’s of sage and steppe, with a small creek that putters out into rocks and undergrowth. I’ve seen enough sage to last me several lifetimes though, so I wasn’t really excited by it until we saw a herd of wild horses galloping on the ridge. Very exciting after all, though I really felt like a fool, as I had no idea there were actually wild horses still running around in that area.
The observatory turned out to be quite a bit of fun as well. The ranger gave an informative (to me at least) lecture on deep space. Then led us to the actual viewing room. I would have liked to have had more time, but there was a fairly good sized crowd.
When we left, we ended up driving toward Oregon instead of home (purposely). We crossed over, grabbed something to eat, then drove across the Bridge Of The Gods to get back to the
Washington side of the Columbia. It’s a toll-bridge, but you can look through the girders straight down to the river. Pretty cool view. He opened the drivers’ side door and told me to lean out and look. The lady in the toll-booth must have been wondering what the heck we were doing. I accidently leaned on the horn, while taking my peek, and so he drove away with us cackling like kids.
On the way home, on our side of the pass, the sun had just started to come up. He pulled over so we could watch it, and we ended up jumping out (yes we were pulled over pretty far, completely clear of the shoulder even) and danced to the end of a song on the radio. Very goofy, but the whole date had been spontaneous. No sexual relations to gloss over, except for a few Richie Cunningham kisses. Very memorable date.
I was introduced to this very nice girl by a mutual friend. We made arrangements to meet later at a local watering hole. Hit it off nicely. So, from there, we went to a dance club. Fun, fun, fun.
I’m having a great time, and she seems to be really enjoying my company. So, of course, I’m thinking of something physical, too. Not in a Penthouse Letters kind of way, but, you know, break the ice physically.
Well, we keep talking about stuff and she mentions how a phrase I used reminds her of her Uncle VeryUnusualName.
??? I have an “uncle/cousin” with that very same VeryUnusualName… ???
Turns out we ARE related. Distant cuz’ns, but still…
Sure, some people would say it’s okay, but, it was just a little too weird. She and I remain good friend “cousins” but we don’t bring up “The Date.”
I don’t know if this counts, because it was with my wife …
Anyway, we went on vacation to a place called Tofino on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, and stayed on a houseboat in a little bay named hot springs cove. The “hot spring” itself bubbles out of the ground boiling hot, and pours over a waterfall and through a rocky cleft via a series of pools before running into the sea.
The spring is reached by a relatively long walk over a boardwalk.
By day, the place is crowded with tourists - but only a handful of people stay overnight.
So, one night, we walked over the boardwalk in the dark with a flashlight. We had the place totally to ourselves … stripping naked, we soaked in the steaming hot water. My wife lit little candles, and put them here and there among the rocks … the light reflected off the steam rising from the pool, while overhead the stars shone in all their glory … it was absolutely magnificent, just to be there, soaking it all in.
My first date with my soon-to-be ex-wife was pretty interesting. I had been practically living with her for the last week at the time (she invited me over for dinner after work a few days after meeting me and kept me), I already felt like I knew her and she knew me and if it wasn’t exactly love at first sight, I think we both knew we were going to be together right away. Anyway, we went to a favorite Italian restaurant of hers and for some reason I was extremely self-conscious and nervous…well, the pot may have had something to do with that. It was a very interesting experience, though not entirely positive.
My first date after she left me was interesting too, and in a good way. I had asked out a Colombian girl I met at the local community college. She was very pretty and interesting, and I felt like she was out of my league, but by this time I’ve finally learned to notice when a woman is interested in me and she was showing the signs, so I asked her out. We just talked and drank for about five hours, and after the first 30 minutes or so everything was perfect - long, interesting conversation, both of us keeping up our end and paying attention when the other was, no awkward or embarassing moments at all. She was incredibly interesting, intelligent, and charismatic, and I felt like I knew her for years. When the date was over we made out in front of her house for about an hour or so, and I went home grinning like an idiot. Probably my best date ever. I continued to see her for a couple of months but she got engaged to some other guy she was dating for the last month or so of our relationship.
I have a friend with a similar story. He never tells it.
My own date story is interesting. The museum near where I lived had what was estimated to be the fifth largest taxidermy collection in the country (all one man’s work). It’s damn impressive, but they have more animals than they really know what to do with. So every now and then, they get creative.
They used the animals instead of dolls in their xmas display. Preserved, dead animals dressed up as townsfolk, elves, the works. Animal waiters serving animal prey to animal predators in a restaurant setting. Owls getting haircuts. Coyotes in necties.
While I don’t remember too fondly my time with the girl I took there, she remembers it and even though she’s dated about two dozen other guys since me, she still calls me several times a week to talk about the one or two creative date spots I took her to :smack:
The grandma of the boy who asked me out, was paying for his university… so he went to visit her every Friday evening.
THe VERY first time we went out… was a Friday evening, so he took me along.
WHat a great date. I was so flattered that he wudl take me to meet his grams. I loved it so much that he actually made it a priority to visit her. Much funner than sitting in any bar or club… or a movie.
I took my senior prom date to a beautiful place with a lovely view at night- Valley Forge National Park. Of course it was closed at 11:30, but we drove in anyway using an entrance I’d discovered some time before. ( I swear, I was a good boy in HS, it’s just that…uh…I adore history? ).
There she and I are, making out fairly rigorously. We’re still mostly clothed but my shirt was unbuttoned and we were doing a splendid job of steaming up the windows of her parents 1974 Oldsmobile Delta Royale 88 convertible.
Suddenly headlights flash across the rear window as a Park Ranger pulls in behind us. We both frantically rearrange our clothing, and I hear a thud thud of a nightstick on the trunk. I get out, hoping I look decent enough and approach the officer.
Officer: The park is closed, you know.
Me: Yes sir, I know.
Officer: What did you think you were doing here?
Me: Necking, sir.
Officer: Well then why don’t you put your neck back into your pants and get the hell out of my park ???
:eek: :eek: :eek:
While it turns out I wasn’t exposed, I’d neglected to zip up. Oh my gosh. In retrospect, I can’t imagine how many young couples he’s used that line on to run them out of the park. It took a few months for me to be able to tell that story and laugh about it.
Weirdest start to a date was when I accidentally punched the instructor of my self defense class and gave him a black eye. We dated for about 5 months after that.
But my absolute best date I ever had was a couple of years ago. I had been totally in love with this guy but we were only friends. We’d kissed a few times but that was as far as it had ever gone. I lived in Europe at the time and he had moved to Boston.
I was going back to Europe coming from a business trip in DC and since we emailed all the time I offered to stop in and visit him in Boston. As I said, as far as I knew we were only friends so I didn’t even ask to stay at his house, I rented a hotel downtown.
IT was right before Christmas and the snow was gently falling when he came to pick me up at my hotel. I wasn’t sure where we would be going so I wasn’t sure of how to dress. I met him downstairs in the lobby and he was dressed nice, I was in jeans so I invited him up while I changed. We hugged in the lobby and I thought how good he smelled and how nice he felt next to me and it seemed (or was it my imagination?) that he held me just a split second longer than a friendship merited. Anyway we went upstairs and I was digging in my suitcase and he was watching me. I turned around and bumped into him and there I was in his arms again. There was some song playing on the radio…“I keep on falling in love with you” he was singing softly and I leaned in meaning to give him a peck on the lips and BAM! I have never been kissed like that. Suddenly we were in this trashy romance novel kind of sexual encounter. Like when you have wanted to for three years and never have…
Afterward we left and went to dinner and he was talking so fast I could barely keep up all about how he had never gotten me out of his mind and how he thought about me all the time and how … HE WAS IN LOVE WITH ME. I had no idea, he’d kept it to himself so well, I didn’t even know he really had romantic feelings for me. I was in heaven. He never left my side that entire weekend. We were together every minute even in the shower and we made love over and over. It wasn’t just sex either, I totally felt like he was making love to me.
We walked all around Boston and it snowed off and on. We would steal kisses when no one was looking, cuddle on the train. We went ice skating with all the kids in the Common (which was interesting considering I am from Florida…). We went Christmas shopping and sang Christmas carols while we walked around the city. As a matter of fact, we both sang all weekend long.
This was not only my most memorable date but the best time I have ever had in my entire life.
Last weekend with my baby (I saw him yesterday as well, but I’m missing him too much to count that).
Thursday we made love as soon as we got in the house, and then went for tapas, then made love again.
Friday, we lay in bed all morning (you guessed it), drank a bottle of wine in the evening, I made dinner and we had a wonderful time watching DVDs and talking all night (yup, some more lovemaking too).
Saturday, we stayed in bed again (no, we still weren’t done), and went to the Guinness storehouse in the afternoon, had a couple of pints, got pizza and watched a DVD…I fell asleep and he carried me to bed.
Sunday morning we made love (I know, what can I say), went to church (a sung eucharist in Trinity Chapel for Easter Sunday) and bought the Sunday Times. Then we went to M J O’Neill’s on Suffolk St and stayed for about 3 hours. We had a couple of drinks, read the papers and ate our favourite sandwiches (club for him, beef and horseradish for me) in companionable silence.
Back to the flat (more nookie), I cooked again and we watched a movie on TV, more wine, more conversation, bed (nookie again).
Best odd date: Me and Geoff, whom I met while on a weekend vacation in Barbardos, 1986. We met at a nightclub; I had knee-length hair at the time and was wearing a strapless pink frock. We danced on the beach; he took me back to his jungle home to show me the sights, and a good time was had by all.
Worst odd date: Baltimore, 1981. Me and Count von Brightenstein (I am not making this up). He kept telling me he could get a a modeling job in French Vogue, but he had to see all of me first. He wound up chasing me around the sofa while I defending my honor by wielding a bottle of champagne.
My most “special” date was with my first serious girlfriend, when I was 20 years old. We didn’t do anything special, we just went to see a movie and then for pizza. But it was what she said.
I didn’t know it before that night, but her self-esteem was really at rock bottom at the time. She wasn’t ugly, but she was shy, so she didn’t date a lot.
It turned out that she had only dated a few (like two) guys before me, and she had always paid when they went out. That night, I had simply paid for everything as a matter of course.
It was such a small thing, but to her it meant I liked her. And, truth be told, I really did.
It was special to me because I found out this person I liked also liked me. My own self-esteem wasn’t so hot at the time, and what she said removed all pressure I felt to “impress” her. I didn’t have to walk on water, I could just be a nice guy. And I knew how to do that.
Of course, I ended up blowing it about 7 months down the line, but I still regard that relationship as one of my happiest ever. The tone for the whole relationship was set that night.
I also had a date a few years ago where I was having sex with her about 4 hours after we first met. But I consider that less memorable.
I contacted a woman through a personals ad and met at a cafe, and our conversation went like this:
Her: I like reading, but I can’t stand science fiction. The only thing worse is military history. What’s the last book you read?
Me: Uh…“The Guns of the South,” a science-fictionalized account of the civil war…
I don’t think I’ve met or dated anyone who I had less in common with.
My other most memorable date was with a woman I’d met at a party. We emailed a bit, and finally managed to find a free evening in her busy schedule. She showed up on my doorstep with her face painted like a tiger’s, wearing a short, skin tight miniskirt, thigh-high high heel boots, very revealing swimsuit-like top, and her body painted with black latex tiger stripes. Turns out she’d just come from a fetish modelling session. We went out for dessert (with her dressed like that) and then back again to my place, where I peeled the latex stripes off her, she showered and changed into entirely non-revealing waffle-weave pajamas and read me Winnie the Pooh stories. We spent the night in the same bed, but no nookie occurred.
Wow! What a cascade of memories to sort through…
The first date that started with a 3 car crash on the way to dinner, as I avoided a nasty full-on rear-ender with a car that turned out right in front of me …
just the memory of both my date’s appreciation of how I dealt with it, and continued the date anyway (hey, it was a rental, on the company’s account , and I was hungry!)… and the look on the valet’s face as we turned over a car with 2 bashed-in sides, and the rear bumper hanging off it … and a drivers side door that didn’t open…
The date that started with a woman I’d never seen before (girl friend of my date’s) walking across the restaurant to hand me a note in my date’s writing that said, “I know you have a fantasy of black stockings and garters … I’m sitting next to you with nothing under my dress but black stockings and a garter belt …” it was good she’d chosen a restaurant with classic long white table cloths …
or the sweet sweet road trip with a lovely Sparkli lady, where we left with no plans, and flipped a coin for direction (North) and which highway (smaller towns) … and oddly enough it turned into the tour of health-food stores (amazing and interesting different stuff in every one) art gallerys (same as above) and a road-side tie-dye vendor (tie dye was nice, vendor was interesting and different) Just sweet togetherness time.
Most recent amazing date… the part where the sweet lady and I were sitting in her backyard swing, at evening time, sharing a book by taking turns reading aloud to eachother … sunset, watching cute rabbits in their hutch I’d helped build, with a kitty in my lap, snuggled with her, and her reading…
