my first ever date
I was 15, he was an 18 year old bloke called Dave that I met at a field party who I agreed to go to the cinema with to shut him up. When arriving at my dad's pub (local country inn) to pick me up the whole place came to a stand still to watch him ask my dad if I was there - on the way out he cracked his head on the door, at which point the whole pub erupted with laughter. A then red faced Dave told me of how he'd slightly crashed his car and driven over a round about on the way to my house - because of nerves. On the way to the local cinema in the next village, he slowed down and asked me where I wanted to go - I said "dur - to the cinema" He said he had no money and thought we could do something else. I paid for the cinema. He chose 'Leon' thinking I would be scared or hate it - although I actually enjoyed myself. At the end he drove me home, crashed in to the fence then tried to stick his toungue in my mouth. I told him it wasn't going to work out and I didn't want to see him again. He burst into tears - then proceeded to stalk me for a month.
Ah, well they do say the course of young love does not run smooth.
I am happy to say they have improved since him.
(bangirl, Mon 25 Oct 2004, 15:39, Reply)