My first date, ever

My first ‘official’ date was Valentine’s Day, when I was 18 years old.  I had boyfriends since the age of 15, but never a ‘real’ date before.  I was quite excited.  He had told me he would pay for dinner, buy some booze, and we would find ‘a warm private place to drink it together’.  At 18 years old, I thought this sounded like the height of romance.

I met up with my date, let’s call him ‘first-date’, at the mall.  He informs me that he is taking me to dinner at Burger King.  I explain that I am a vegetarian, what will I eat?  He says I will eat poutine (Poutine is a French Canadian dish that consists of French fries, cheese curds, and gravy.  It’s a snack or side dish, not a meal.).  He eats two burgers and a ton of fries.  Perhaps he didn’t want me to eat very much so I would get drunk more easily?  I didn’t have any money (only bus tickets to get home), so it’s not like I could argue with him.

Then we head back to the mall, to the roof.  He explains that there is a vent there that we can drink near, the air is very hot and will keep us warm.  Since it is February in Canada, warmth is an important factor.  He said no one knew about it, it would be just the two of us.

We get up to the roof, and there were 5 or 6 other people already there.  They were drinking and rowdy.  First-date seemed a bit apprehensive, but since I am quite outgoing I introduced all of us, and explained to them that we are going to have a drink together.  After 20 minutes or so, we were acting like old friends.

As the evening progresses, and we were all getting quite sloshed, a snow fight ensues.  Everyone is running around ‘facewashing’ each other (a facewash is when you put snow in your hand and then try to ‘wash’ someone’s face with it).   One of the guys (let’s call him Mr-Punk) puts some snow down my jacket, and First-date grabs him and throws him in the snow, then threatens him.  I talked him down, and he relaxed a bit, but Mr-Punk kept flirting with me and playing with me, which only made First-date all the more annoyed.  Eventually First-Date announces we are leaving, and we head towards the exit. 

Mr-Punk and the rest of the crew decide to come with us, to walk us to the busses.  Somehow a few more people have joined us and there are 10 of us now.  First-Date stayed quite close, and was being quite rude to Mr-Punk.

I was completely oblivious.  I did not have any idea what First-Date’s problem was.  Ha!  I was so young and naive…

First-Date and I said our fairwells and took the bus part way home together.  As we were transfering busses, I kissed him on the lips.  He kissed me back.  We parted ways, taking our different buses home.

The End.

PS We had another date, but only because I didn’t understand how to say ‘no’ yet.  I acted weirdly enough on our second date to discourage him from asking for a third one…

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