#AtoZChallenge: ‘W’ is for Why I Never Wanna Go On A First Date Again

Like yesterday’s post, today’s Blast to the Past post takes place when I was in college — back to my first date with my husband.

I’ve mentioned before that I met my husband online. This was back in 2004, before online dating was really a thing like it is now. Those were the days of “Anyone looking to date online is a serial killer,” and based on one of the guys I met who had a white van that he wanted me to check out, I’d say that belief wasn’t completely unwarranted.

It took a while for us to get together. I was 19 and he was 25 when we first started talking, and we were both kind of put off by the age difference. In the eyes of a 19-year-old, he was old. (What I wouldn’t give to be old in that way again.) In the eyes of a guy in his mid twenties, I was really young. Regardless, after several months of chatting, we eventually went out (after I turned 20). There were a lot of missed signals on my part, but we finally made plans for that first date.

That date didn’t get off to the best start, since my husband briefly thought that I was catfishing him.

That’s my grandma. I was still getting ready (because putting on a college sweatshirt and jeans takes time), so she answered the door. He was slightly horrified at first, thinking that she was his date (even though he knew I lived with her, his mind still went there). She told me that she knew he thought she was his date, which she thought was hilarious, so she didn’t tell him otherwise and asked how he was doing. I popped around the corner shortly thereafter and he realized he wasn’t going on a date with a woman in her 70s.

The ride to the movie theater was pretty quiet. Despite chatting online during every free minute for months, we suddenly ran out of things to say. We finally got to the movie theater and purchased our tickets. This is what we saw:

Yes, for our first date ever, we chose to go see a movie about Jesus getting beaten and crucified. I don’t know what the heck we were thinking at the time. For crying out loud, I had already seen it and knew how hard it was to watch, and I still went along with it.

That horrified face is not what you want to see on the first date. I was able to keep a straight face and not be obviously bothered by it since I knew what to expect, but not so much with my husband.

Yeah, that happened. He told me some time later that he thought about trying to hold my hand, but then thought maybe that wasn’t the best movie for that. It’s a good thing, because that would have made an already uncomfortable date even more so.

Bonus dating awkwardness:

For whatever reason, I got it in my head that we weren’t dating so much as hanging out as friends. When he eventually tried to kiss me, this happened:

Zoom in and check out those awesome lips.

Yep, I totally turned my head. Oh, the embarrassment. My grandmother thought it was the funniest thing ever, though. And she thought it was doubly funny when it happened again after the next date. Luckily, after those first few awkward weeks, we were able to get our shit together, and the rest is history.

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#AtoZChallenge: ‘V’ is for Valentine’s Day

Yes, we’re more than two months past Valentine’s Day, but I’m going to go with ‘V’ is for Valentine’s Day anyway.

Today’s doodle comes from my and my husband’s (well, then boyfriend’s) first Valentine’s Day together. We’d been together for close to a year at the time. I wasn’t really sure what to expect, since we had both talked about our dislike for commercialized holidays, but let’s just say that what happened wasn’t something that crossed my mind.

On Valentine’s Day, I came home from school (I was a junior in college at the time) and went to my room after chatting briefly with my grandmother. I stood next to my computer desk to lean over and turn the tower on, and when I stood up, I noticed someone coming out of my closet out the corner of my eye. I’ve had terrible anxiety for a long time, and someone breaking in and killing me was always something I worried over. It was happening.

Anxiety is a bitch, but my, what it does for one’s imagination.

I let out a blood curdling scream worthy of a second-rate horror movie.

So long Frankenstein face, hello terrified face.

And then my brain registered that it wasn’t a murderous criminal hiding out in my closet — it was my better half.

“That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for he said,” he told me, handing me the flowers. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

I felt rather embarrassed over this, but then again, who wouldn’t be freaked out when she notices a man coming out of her closet?

My grandmother popped in about that time, laughing. “I knew that’s what was going to happen when you said you wanted to hide in her closet and surprise her!” she said.

“Well, why didn’t you say that?” he asked.

“Because I thought it would be funny,” she replied.

Gee, thanks. Give me a heart attack all for the sake of your own amusement. I guess she was getting a little payback for all those years of me being a dumb kid and doing the same.

Do you have any stories of where your partner had nothing but the best intentions, but things went wrong in a hurry?

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