I was 18, actually. I got dropped off by my godmom at my boyfriend’s martial arts studio. We spent the weekend together for our first “date.” A little unconventional, but I always have been.
It’s all very innocent. My daughter hasn’t even reached puberty yet. But at the same time, it was a bit bittersweet for me escorting her on her first date. Geez time flies!
It sure does!
Haha, this thread reminded me of when I was 13. My stepdad joked that he would want to hide in the bushes wth a shotgun when I’d start bringing boys home.
He never got to do it though, because I brought girls home instead.
Joke’s on him!
I was 13 also for my first date. My girlfriends dad drove us to the roller skating rink. It lasted about a month. She was the first girl I kissed. When we broke up her dad said if he ever saw me again he’d run me over.
I had my first day at 18, we went to this cute open air mall in southern Mexico City!
I am still dating and in love with the person I had my first date with!
My first date was with a group of kids going to the movies in Mexico City. In Mexico, in the mid 70’s, kids didn’t go on dates alone with their beau. Dates were a group endeavor. I didn’t pick my date. He picked me. And I wouldn’t have chosen him myself but he had the idea that I was for him. I was 15 years old.
Picnic in an apple orchard. We fed goats, bought cider and laid in a clearing of clover in the sunshine. He looked at me and said, It’s funny when you’ve been friends for so long, but then you realize it’s so much more. Then he kissed me.
I was 15. We went to a movie, but then he didn’t want to watch the movie, and kept trying to kiss me. I was absolutely disgusted! He wanted to get his spit in my mouth! It was horrible. I came home and ranted about it to my dad, who listened to it all and said, “you know, if you’re gay, that’s totally fine.”