Flash Back Friday #2

March 19, 2010

Mocha With Linda has started her very own meme. This is how she describes it:

This new meme’s purpose is to have us take a look back and share about a specific time or event in our lives. It will be fun to see how similar – or different – our experiences have been!.

I think I am going to like this meme a lot.  Grab the button and the link and come play along. Linda’s theme this week is:

When was your first date? You can choose either your first date ever or your first date with your spouse – or both! How old were you? What did you do/where did you go? Did anything memorable – either good or embarrassing? If it was your first date ever, did you continue to date that person? If so, how long? If you are sharing the story of the first date with the person you married, did you know then that he/she was “the one” or did it take a longer for love to bloom? Any other memories you wish to share about those wonderfully awkward first dates?!

My first date was a self-induced nightmare. First-off, I have to explain that I hung out with a rather large group of kids. The girls in the group were always going on about how embarrassed they were over the way their dads treated the boys. My dad was kind and welcoming and friendly to the boys in my group.  I couldn’t help but wonder why.  I mean, it was obvious that my dad didn’t care about me the way the other dads cared about their daughters.  I decided a test was in order.

Three days after my 15th birthday — the age when it because permissible for me to date — I approached a young man I knew my father would take exception to and maneuvered the conversation very neatly so the boy in question asked me to the movies.  I coyly agreed.

That night at dinner I mentioned I had a date for Friday and Dad asked who.  I told him.  Dad looked kind of surprised and said, “Do we know him?” And upon discovering that they’d never met, Dad wanted to know why I wasn’t seeing someone from my regular group.  He told me he wanted to meet this new boy before we went anywhere.  I was rather pleased that my date had so easily served his purpose — but I still wanted to see how dad would react when he got a look at him.

This was the mid-1970’s.  We’ll call my date Harry, because he was.  Harry had hair that hung down to his waist.  He kept it tied back with a ratty piece of boot lace leather.  He generally wore army boots, holey blue jeans, white muscle shirts and plaid flannel shirts he never buttoned.  That’s what he was wearing when he arrived at my house on his bike.  Bike — as in bicycle.

It was a nice Spring evening.  My father was standing in the yard leaving on his rake and talking to the neighbor man over the fence when Harry rode his bike down the street, turned into our driveway, clipped the fence post with his left handlebar, lost control, careened into the back of Dad’s pickup and landed sprawled at my father’s feet.

Dad helped him up.  I watched the scene unfold through the living room window.  I was mortified but Harry, completely unfazed, hopped to his feet and introduced himself to my dad.  They chatted.  I wanted to rush outside and intervene, but my step-mom said a lady waited in the house for her escort.  This lady contemplated locking herself in the bathroom forever ….

So, to bring this painful episode to a rapid close: we rode our bicycles to the movie despite the fact that I had a driver’s license and a motorcycle. I was forbidden to ride double and Harry’s Schwinn never could have  kept up with my Yamaha. (I wasn’t certain at the time that that was a bad thing.)  I have no idea what we saw for a movie.  I do recall that our date ended at 8:30 p.m. because we had to get home before dark.

Surprisingly, I did see Harry a couple of more times after that.  He was a nice kid.  My beautician step-mom itched to cut his hair, and my dad marveled over his lack of coordination, but pronounced him likeably weird.   I think the kindest way to end this story is to tell you that about a year after our high school graduation, I encountered Harry in a favorite pizza joint downtown.  He was in full military uniform.  His hair was short and, he was looking sharp — and somewhere he’d found the coordination to become a paratrooper.

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There’s no point in telling you all about my first date with Amoeba. We met in blog land and most of our relationship unfurled right her on this blog. You can find it moment by moment in the archives.


Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest. When she is not doing book reviews or creating curriculum literature units, she is working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com. Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest. When she is not doing book reviews or creating curriculum literature units, she is working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com.


About the author

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest. When she is not doing book reviews or creating curriculum literature units, she is working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com.

15 Comments

  • Wow – what a great story! So glad you played along!
    .-= Mocha with Linda´s last blog ..Flashback Friday Prompt #2 =-.

  • So when did you and Amoeba start off? And when did you get married?
    .-= Mocha with Linda´s last blog ..Flashback Friday Prompt #2 =-.

  • Jeff BNo Gravatar says:

    That was a great story. My how we found ways to test our parents when we were young eh?

    I’m going to have to play along with this one.
    .-= Jeff B´s last blog ..So Long To "A Word in Edgewise" =-.

  • MelliNo Gravatar says:

    Yea…. I knew you’d have a good story. I didn’t play. Both my first EVER date AND my first date with Dennis were both boring! (no wonder I never liked dating much!) LOL!
    .-= Melli´s last blog ..Friday’s Fave Five – Just Thankful… =-.

  • KimNo Gravatar says:

    Too funny!
    Dads are odd creatures; you never know how they’ll react to the stunts we pull.
    Or our moms 🙂
    My mom seemed okay with me dating this one guy but then I found out what she really thought…
    One time I’d forgotten something and my date and I walked back into the house just in time to hear my mom telling a friend over the phone, “Kim just left with The Grinning Idiot”.
    I was so embarrassed! LOL But in looking back, she had him totally nailed with that nickname! 🙂
    .-= Kim´s last blog ..Flashback Friday: The Dating Edition =-.

  • NessaNo Gravatar says:

    Great story as always. Amazing how people change. My father never reacted much to any of my dates. I think he may have been trying to get rid of me.

    🙂

    1st Day of Spring!
    .-= Nessa´s last blog ..1st Day of Spring! =-.

  • GattinaNo Gravatar says:

    What a difference between your and my father ! I could go out as long as I wanted but only bring home the man I would marry later ! He said I am old enough to choose the right man (I was 17 !) and maybe because of that, I was very difficult in my choices and I was 24 when I finally found the right one !
    .-= Gattina´s last blog .. =-.

  • Barbara H.No Gravatar says:

    My dad was a lot less tough on my interactions with guys than I thought he would be. I couldn’t really remember my first-ever date (except that I was stood up for what was supposed to have been my first-ever date — but that was probably a good thing.)

    Great story! You have a gift for telling these things in such interesting ways.

    I knew you met and got to know Amoeba online, but I’d love to hear about your first in-person meeting.
    .-= Barbara H.´s last blog ..Top o’ the mornin’ to you! =-.

  • gigi-hawaiiNo Gravatar says:

    I had my 1st group date in 9th grade. Although we would be in a group, Dad wanted to know all about Alan. What did his father do for a living? Where did they live? Did his mother work, too? etc.

    Our relationship didn’t last into 10th grade.
    .-= gigi-hawaii´s last blog ..Hong Kong Dollars =-.

  • polonaNo Gravatar says:

    that was a cute story – or your sublime storytelling skills made it sound cute.

    my first crush that i remember had the most amazing green eyes. however, i never got as far as a date with him, no matter how i tried to get his attention. all he seemed to care about at the time was basketball, beer and his buddies
    .-= polona´s last blog ..welcome spring =-.

  • ThomNo Gravatar says:

    Loved this Q. I can’t remember that far back.
    .-= Thom´s last blog ..Saturday 9 – Just One Look =-.

  • BettyNo Gravatar says:

    I loved reading this. You have a way with words, that make it interesting! You father sounds like a great guy.
    But now I´m curious about Amoeba and you, and how you met in blogland. Will have to search your archives…. 🙂
    .-= Betty´s last blog ..Friday Fragments =-.

  • AmandaNo Gravatar says:

    Quilly what a great story a Paratrooper? How awesome is that!
    .-= Amanda´s last blog ..Sensational Haiku Wednesday =-.

  • You have a wonderful way with words. This is a great story and I love the transformation of Harry at the end. I would love to read more about how you and Amoeba met in Blogland. I’m going to join Betty digging your archives 🙂

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