My first real date was when I was 15. His name was Daniel, and he had just gotten his driver’s license and came to pick me up in his parent’s blue minivan. I’d had a crush on him for months, and I was so nervous I couldn’t eat a thing all day. We went to a movie and could barely even talk to each other (I guess he was pretty nervous too).
This wouldn’t be much of a story, but years later when we had chilled out a bit and he’d gone into the Marines and we’d become friends we talked and laughed about it and finally made out…many times. Teehee. To this day (13 years later), we are friends. I recently—as in within the last few weeks—hung out with him when I was in nyc, but he’ll be off to the state department soon and I won’t see him for years.
My first date will always have a piece of my heart. :)