I was on the phone yesterday and the subject of first dates came up…I remember mine well.
It was 1989, senior year of high school, and I was a fly young thing of 15. Okay, I was a young thing of 15. The flyness had yet to appear. Anyhoo, I didn’t date
much at all. I went to school and hung out with my friends. Dudes weren’t even on my radar.
My best friend all through high school was a PK and her hormones kicked in well before mine did. She wanted to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance with this dude – let’s call him Bobby, mostly ’cause that was his name – but her pastor dad told her she couldn’t go unless I went. I didn’t want to go. She begged me. Nope. Please. Okay. Problem was there was not a single dude I was interested in asking to the dance. So she told me not to worry – she’d find me a date. She suggested this guy who’d recently started going to her church. Okay, fine. I’m in. We’d meet the night of the Sadie Hawkins dance. My first date and I was going in blind.
The day of the dance rolled around and we planned our outfits, agreed on a pickup time, and I went to my bathroom to flip my hair and rim my eyes with blue eyeliner courtesy of Wet n Wild. What? It was the 80’s! Anyhoo, I heard the doorbell ring and after I waited a few minutes I went up front in all my primped and glossed glory. And there he was – my date. As gay as the day is long. On top of his head was some dry member of the curl family – Jheri, California, S – hell, I don’t know, his sweet little lips were pursed and he had to be at least 4 inches shorter than me. My parents were so damn happy they were about to bust! “You girls have a great time! No curfew! Stay out as long as you like! See you in the morning!”
And off we went. And I had a ball! My friend’s date showed up at some point in the evening, but by then we didn’t care. We were having such a good time just “us girls” that he was a total afterthought. And that was my first date. Do you remember yours? How was it?
Oh, you want pictorial evidence of the frivolity that took place that night? No problema. It’s a picture of a picture, but it’ll have to do! Enjoy 🙂