What did you do on your first date?

My very first date was with a cute boy who was visiting my neighbors for a few weeks. I have zero memory of what we did, but I'll never forget the gentle goodnight kiss outside our front door. It was my first kiss and it left me with such a strange, dizzy feeling and my lips were tingling.
 
I met my late husband at a country western night club. A woman friend of mine wanted to go out and celebrate her divorce; I suggested dinner and a movie. No, she wanted to go dancing. I hated night clubs; nobody ever asked me to dance and there I would sit, wallflower amongst a bunch of drunks. I agreed to go and told her she would walk in with me and leave with me. I decided I wasn't gonna dance, just be like a chaperone.

Of course, that night several men did ask me to dance and I politely told them no. Most reeked of beer. (I had diet coke.) Then he came up and asked me to dance; I had "No, thanks" on my tongue but he looked so pathetic I said, "Ok." It was a pity dance, lol. As we walked out to the dance floor, he said, "I'm not a very good dancer," and I thought, "Well, tough this one out and done." It was okay, though. Texas Two Step.

When the song ended, he actually walked me back to my seat, very gentlemanly, then asked if he could buy me a drink. I said no, I was fine; he ordered a drink for himself, diet coke, no alcohol. Okay, THAT got my attention. We ended up dancing the night away. At one point, he invited me to go on a motorcycle ride the next day with a group he belonged to and explained it wasn't Hells Angels or anything like that. I deferred at the time, he said the invitation would stay open, then later in the evening I accepted. He was so polite the entire evening!

I broke every one of my rules that night, gave him my phone number, my home address (I was a single mom with two teen daughters). He picked me up on his motorcycle exactly on time. Came in and met the girls; they actually liked him and his motorcycle was beautiful and he brought a helmet for me, too. They thought it was pretty cool that Mom was going on a motorcycle ride.

I guess that was our first real date; within the first few miles, I knew he was someone special; it was almost spiritual, riding on the bike with him. it was so much fun and his friends were really nice. We married about four months later. My mother, upon hearing this, asked me, "Are you marrying him or his motorcycle?" I replied, "You can't have one without the other."
 
GoodEnuff said:
I met my late husband at a country western night club. A woman friend of mine wanted to go out and celebrate her divorce; I suggested dinner and a movie. No, she wanted to go dancing. I hated night clubs; nobody ever asked me to dance and there I would sit, wallflower amongst a bunch of drunks. I agreed to go and told her she would walk in with me and leave with me. I decided I wasn't gonna dance, just be like a chaperone.

Of course, that night several men did ask me to dance and I politely told them no. Most reeked of beer. (I had diet coke.) Then he came up and asked me to dance; I had "No, thanks" on my tongue but he looked so pathetic I said, "Ok." It was a pity dance, lol. As we walked out to the dance floor, he said, "I'm not a very good dancer," and I thought, "Well, tough this one out and done." It was okay, though. Texas Two Step.

When the song ended, he actually walked me back to my seat, very gentlemanly, then asked if he could buy me a drink. I said no, I was fine; he ordered a drink for himself, diet coke, no alcohol. Okay, THAT got my attention. We ended up dancing the night away. At one point, he invited me to go on a motorcycle ride the next day with a group he belonged to and explained it wasn't Hells Angels or anything like that. I deferred at the time, he said the invitation would stay open, then later in the evening I accepted. He was so polite the entire evening!

I broke every one of my rules that night, gave him my phone number, my home address (I was a single mom with two teen daughters). He picked me up on his motorcycle exactly on time. Came in and met the girls; they actually liked him and his motorcycle was beautiful and he brought a helmet for me, too. They thought it was pretty cool that Mom was going on a motorcycle ride.

I guess that was our first real date; within the first few miles, I knew he was someone special; it was almost spiritual, riding on the bike with him. it was so much fun and his friends were really nice. We married about four months later. My mother, upon hearing this, asked me, "Are you marrying him or his motorcycle?" I replied, "You can't have one without the other."
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Well written. My reaction was "" She wasn't looking, but she was open to meeting somebody nice ". In my opinion it IS possible to be both a "nice guy " and own a bike. JIM.
 
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