Friday Firsts: First Date

(Read about Red’s first over at The Naked Redhead.)

Because I cannot, for the life of, remember my very first date, for today’s “Friday Firsts,” I offer you a series of short summaries of various first dates from my past. Ahem.

First date with that guy from the gym: I think we went out to dinner. Can’t remember where. I do remember that he refused to let me pay for anything. Nice, but kind of annoying. Duration of “relationship”: about two dates.

First date with that guy from my Psychology class in college: Putt-putt and ice cream. Loser pays (that would be me). Guy spent entire night talking about how smart he was. Showed no mercy in putt-putt. Duration of “relationship”: again, about two dates.

First date with that horn player in that one obscure ska band: I don’t think we ever went on a date. Once we went to a Greek place and got a falafel sandwich. Duration of “relationship”: two years of hopeless pathetic-ness on my part. Probably about five seconds on his.

First date with that guy who said I was a horrible lay: Who the fuck cares? That guy was a dick face.

First date with Josh, my amazing husband, and the love of my life: One weekend in late April 2002. We talked and got to know one another, we went out for dinner, we played pool at the Arena in Moosic, PA. Duration of relationship: Nearly seven years. More specifically, 2283 days.

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