A Memory of First Dates
Thankfully, I am happily married and no longer have to trudge down this long and desperate hallway any more, but for a time, I was a single man destined to attend many first dates. This is one such affair.
I met her at church. She had an easy, comforting smile and a quirky, granola-like personality. She wore the Birkenstocks and cotton sweaters. I'd admired her for several months before I got up the nerve to ask her out. She'd been dating a friend of mine so when they broke up I had to wait the appropriate time before I could proceed.
What to do? A movie? Miniature golf? No. I really wanted to make a good impression. Aha! A play. I went to the trusty Las Vegas Journal Friday Edition where all good things for the weekend are spelled out amidst the gentleman's show ads. There it was. The community theater was presenting "Of Mice and Men". Excellent. I will seem cultured and its not a musical.
She was up for just about anything, so we arranged to meet at the theater. I arrived first and paced nervously hoping I wouldn't be stood up. I wasn't. I cracked a joke when she arrived and she laughed genuinely. A good sign. (The tense shifts)
The play begins. She's never seen it before and can't remember the plot. Excellent. She likes it. She wonders what will happen next. I, of course, know the ending and sense that I should prepare her in some way. She leans forward as they run away. She is on the edge of her seat. I should do something. She will be so disappointed and shocked.
I sense my opportunity. I will place my arm gently on her shoulder so when the shooting takes place I can reassure her in her grief. I quietly lift my arm off of the armrest and begin to extend it out across the back of her empty chair aiming for her delicate shoulder. Then.....
Pow! Lenny shoots Squiggy.
She lurches back toward me in shock and sadness. My elbow. My elbow. In slow motion I see my elbow unable to dodge her pretty little cheekbone. The crunch is heard all the way on the Strip and her face and head recoil in abject horror. Saliva slowly dislodges from her mouth as her pouty lips turn a pretty little black and blue shade.
I...didn't...mean...to...elbow...you...in...the...face.
She looks at me like a deer in the headlights. "So I guess dinner is out of the question?" I quip with a huge hint of defeat.
Typical chick.
I met her at church. She had an easy, comforting smile and a quirky, granola-like personality. She wore the Birkenstocks and cotton sweaters. I'd admired her for several months before I got up the nerve to ask her out. She'd been dating a friend of mine so when they broke up I had to wait the appropriate time before I could proceed.
What to do? A movie? Miniature golf? No. I really wanted to make a good impression. Aha! A play. I went to the trusty Las Vegas Journal Friday Edition where all good things for the weekend are spelled out amidst the gentleman's show ads. There it was. The community theater was presenting "Of Mice and Men". Excellent. I will seem cultured and its not a musical.
She was up for just about anything, so we arranged to meet at the theater. I arrived first and paced nervously hoping I wouldn't be stood up. I wasn't. I cracked a joke when she arrived and she laughed genuinely. A good sign. (The tense shifts)
The play begins. She's never seen it before and can't remember the plot. Excellent. She likes it. She wonders what will happen next. I, of course, know the ending and sense that I should prepare her in some way. She leans forward as they run away. She is on the edge of her seat. I should do something. She will be so disappointed and shocked.
I sense my opportunity. I will place my arm gently on her shoulder so when the shooting takes place I can reassure her in her grief. I quietly lift my arm off of the armrest and begin to extend it out across the back of her empty chair aiming for her delicate shoulder. Then.....
Pow! Lenny shoots Squiggy.
She lurches back toward me in shock and sadness. My elbow. My elbow. In slow motion I see my elbow unable to dodge her pretty little cheekbone. The crunch is heard all the way on the Strip and her face and head recoil in abject horror. Saliva slowly dislodges from her mouth as her pouty lips turn a pretty little black and blue shade.
I...didn't...mean...to...elbow...you...in...the...face.
She looks at me like a deer in the headlights. "So I guess dinner is out of the question?" I quip with a huge hint of defeat.
Typical chick.
25 Comments:
Very funny. Brought back memories of a first date where the guy locked the keys in his car and dropped his ice cream.
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Casanova meets Rocky at the play! :) Nice read and reminder of the awkward situation of dating. It used to be easier when we could just club em' and drag them off to the cave! :) Congrats on being featured on Micheles.
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Great story... so dinner was out? lol
Can't recall any dating disasters, but now my mind will be busy all day trying to!
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Too funny...
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Like everyone else, I too have at least one cringe-worthy first date memory, so I completely sympathize. Thanks for sharing your story.
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Cin
Well, she didn't have a good sense of humor did she? Typical chick? I think not. I would laughed and "accidently" elbowed you in the crotch and said - "I guess sex is out of the question..." ;)
BTW, excellent selection on the play - I can't sit through musicals either.
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Hi, Michele sent me! Huh...I don't know why she didn't want to go to dinner either...strange!
I'm still laughing at "Lenny shoots Squiggy".
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OH MY GOD!!! How funny.
So? Did you have dinner?
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Hi, Michele sent me..and now my face hurts in empathy for the poor woman (haing been elbowed myself once...)
But I woulda made you buy me dinner, and I would have ordered someting reallllly expensive, and then not eaten it. ;)
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LOL - great post :-)
I'm still thinking about the "granola-like personality" description!
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What a horrible first date, was there a second?
That was hilarious. And, oh my, I'm the only one commenting so far who wasn't sent by Michele! Wow! Anywho...I really enjoyed it. Keep on keepin' on. : D
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LOL! And I thought I've had bad first dates. Never been knocked the face during a play though.
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Very funny story!
Reminds me of the time my hubby elbowed me in the nose while dreaming of a rival salesman. At least, that's what he said madew him do it.....lol
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My boyfriend accidently poked me in the eye on our first date. Now, whenever we have a mishap that's my fault, I tell him that I owed him that.
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Very funny! Here via Michele...HI!
Hi - loved the story! What a nice voice your writing has. Michele sent me.
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I dated the base drummer in the high school band. Our first date was a football game. I sat next to him at the edge of the band section. With every touchdown they played the fight song. You had to move quick to avoid the big drumstick. It was the first date. I was not fast enough. You can imagine the rest. I got the wind knocked out and he was mortified. I learned to move faster.
Yeks! I've been married for 33 years but I remember my first date with my husband.
If you had invited my daughter out, she loves musicals. She would have liked Mice and Men too.
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Knocked her off her feet, Huh?
What a smooth operator.
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