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My First Date

I never dated much as a teenager. Money was always an issue. If I managed to scrape up enough cash to fund a date, I’d usually end up spending it on something for myself instead. Another problem was transportation. My family never really had a reliable car until I was in high school. Asking my mother to use her car was always more trouble than it was worth. But the main reason why I didn’t date was because I was too afraid of rejection. Although there were girls that I was interested in dating, I never had the courage to ask them out.

I did have a girlfriend in 10th grade. I met her at a summer program. We became a couple because one of her friends told me that she liked me. I looked over my shoulder, discovered she was cute, and told her friend to tell her that I liked her too. I know that this was a superficial way to begin a relationship, but our entire relationship was superficial. We never saw each other away from the summer program, we never kissed or held hands. In fact, I don’t even remember her name. Therefore, I don’t consider her to be my first date.

My first date actually occurred when I was a senior in high school. The girl I went out with was one of my sister’s friends. Let’s call her Niecy. I was attracted to her and begged my sister for an introduction. My sister was reluctant because Niecy was in fact more of a frenemy than an actual friend. After listening to my pleading, she finally relented and introduced us.

We spent many nights talking on the phone before actually going out. I finally asked her out to a movie and she agreed to go. When I arrived at her house, I was greeted by Niecy’s mom who threatened to cut me if I tried any funny business with her daughter.

“Shut up, mom,” Niecy said as pushed past her mother and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go!”

She dragged me to the car and slammed the passenger door after diving into the car. I gingerly entered the vehicle wondering what I gotten myself into. As we drove, Niecy seemed to calm down. However, she complained about her mother all the way to the theater and I was unable to get in a word edgewise.

I dated Cyndi Lauper

At the theater, Niecy exited the vehicle and I got a look at her clothes for the first time. She was dressed in a Cyndi Lauper inspired outfit complete with a bright neon poufy skirt, leg-warmers, and a multi-color asymmetrical hairstyle.

I tried to walk a few steps ahead of this girl with the hideous outfit, but Niecy was quicker than I anticipated. I bought the tickets and ushered Niecy to a seat near the back of the theater.

“Hey, Fred,” I heard a voice say. I turned around to see three girls from my class. They were huddled together with mischievous grins on their faces. “Who’s your friend?” They asked. I introduced everyone and turned back around trying to ignore the peanut gallery. But those girls were relentless. Throughout the movie, they kept humming “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.” I tried to crunch my popcorn louder, but to no avail. As soon as the movie ended, I dashed to the car with Niecy in tow.

When I pulled into her driveway, Niecy sat quietly and I wondered if she was waiting on me to kiss her. I mustered all of my courage and leaned over for a kiss on the lips, but I was diverted to the cheek. Niecy smiled, gave me a peck on the cheek, told me she had a good time, and exited the vehicle.

The next day at school, the band of evil girls taunted me, but I paid them no mind. Although my first date didn’t turn out as I expected, I was proud of myself for having the courage to make it happen.

P.S. – That was also my last date with Niecy.

Stay Strong,

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Frederick J. Goodall

Frederick J. Goodall is the founder of Mocha Dad - a parenting website focused on fatherhood. He is passionate about parenting and helping men to be great dads, husbands, and role models. You can contact him at fjgoodall@mochadad.com or on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/mochadad