Please excuse the title of this post, but I couldn’t resist. :) Okay, we've hit around this subject a time or two, so maybe it's time to got down to it. Dating. Obviously, I can only speak for myself and maybe give a bit of a guy's perspective. One of you ladies are going to have to step up to talk about it from the female side. No names are used here to protect the innocent, and two that were not so innocent.
As someone recently said to me, who really went to the drive-in and watched the movie? I remember seeing a truck pull up beside us at the drive in one night and the girl was pulling her top over her head before he even had the motor turned off. I didn’t recognize them or the truck, so I know it wasn’t any of you guys, and I’m not saying everybody went that far or that fast, but there were more cars parked in the back than just us and them. :)
When did you go out on your first real date? What about the first one without doubling? It always seemed like things were a bit more subdued on a double date, but then maybe those were just the ones I went on. :)
Were you ever on a date, and hid from someone you knew because you didn’t want them to know where you were or maybe who you were with? (And why am I suddenly asking questions like I expect someone to answer?) :)
Okay, to set the record straight, going to a football game was not a date. It could be the start of one, but it wasn’t one by itself. If you came to the game by yourself and left by yourself, what the hell kind of date was that? Besides, at a football game you’re just doing what a few hundred other people are doing --- drinking coffee to stay warm and trying to fill up on hamburgers not much bigger than the palm of your hand --- so it wasn’t really a date. The same can be said for basketball games.
The first real date was when the two of you were actually alone, and the guy can try to act like he’s not the least bit scared. Of course he can try to act that way all he wants, but it doesn’t help. There were dozens of tests I didn’t study for in school, but there was not one date that I didn’t rehearse over and over in my head what I was going to do and say long before it happened. There was no room for a mistake, every word, every move had to be perfect. The last thing you wanted was a reputation for being a bumbling idiot. There was a fear that if you messed up once, there wouldn't be a second chance. Of course, none were perfect. You spent days afterward shaking your head everytime you remembered something goofy you said or did.
Where were your favorite places to go? Knoxville? Someplace closer?
How about your favorite parking places? Someplace private or only semi-private? Is Notchin Hill still around?
Okay, so this turned out to be more tongue in cheek than I intended, but I’m going to bet nobody responds with anything more specific. Who’s going to prove me wrong?
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