Memory Monday

My first date...

Forewarning... this is not some cute sappy, romantic comedy-esque type story... but there is, at least in hindsight, some humor in it.

Now comes the time when I totally make myself look "bad"... ha! I actually went on my first date before I was 16. If I remember right it was actually a month before my 16th birthday and I tried to justify it as not a date by just saying that me and my friend Melinda were just going to the movies with two guy friends... but really in my mind I knew it was a date. But hey it was only one month early and at the time... this boy was my dream boy (who we will call "Jon")!

So it all started at a stake dance. My friends used to love to go to them and especially watch people (I think they thought a lot of our Mormon customs/quirks were pretty funny). Well this time there was this "tall, dark and handsome" fellow there that caught my eye! My friends and I instantly began scheming for a way to meet and hopefully dance with this guy. Well to make a long story short... a guy friend of mine, Andrew, knew the kid and he introduced us and which led to a dance! I was in heaven. We left the dance unfortunately without any exchange of info.

So I left the dance "in-love" (totally just the teenage crush type) with Jon. Well... I have always been none to work my networks for guys... so I started doing that. I found a buddy of mine who played soccer with a kid that was on Jon's school soccer team. I know it was s stretch... but hey it is a connection none the less. Well through this long line of people I sent my number to Jon, with nothing but a wish and a prayer.

Well a little while later, guess who called... JON! I was so excited but I tried to ask calm and cool on the phone. The time and place was set for our... "date".

The date consisted of him and his friend picking me and Melinda up in his white, old Geo Metro. We headed down to the movie theaters to see "Josie and the Pussy Cat" (which is a terrible movie). Don't worry... there was nothing like hand holding or kissing. I had a good time (or so I told myself). To be honest I think I knew that he wasn't quite the dream boy I had built him up to be... but I had work so hard to bring us together... that I think I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind. Also, the was the whole aspect of the "first date ever" that I think made me think it was really special.

Well at church that Sunday I was talking to another young women and she revealed she hung out with Jon the night after our date. (Side Note: Jon wasn't even in our stake! So it was odd that off all the people in our TRI-stake area that the same boy went out with two girls in the same ward). Well lets just say... I was crushed.

However the saga continued with this boy named "Jon". I totally forgot about him after a few weeks of being bitter. Then out of the blue like almost a year later I got a call from Jon asking me out. I thought I would give him a second chance, since that was over a year ago. Well those feelings that this guy isn't exactly "dream boy" material came back and I wondered why I ever was infatuated with this guy. (I won't go into the details about this guy because that might just be rude). But I saw him a while later at another stake dance and no words were spoken. However I did leave a note on his car...and actually (another thing I hate to admit) it was pretty nasty. I won't go into details... cus again that would be rude and also I don't want to relive that experience since I realized it was my cruelest moment. (I make it sound horrible... but it wasn't THAT bad).

So yes... my first date also led to my meanest memory also!