My First Date

Monday, February 10, 2014 Permalink

Kerri Sackville’s #MyFirst blogging challenge is back and today it’s all about our first date.

I initially panicked, thinking I didn’t go on ‘My First Date’ until my first University Ball but realised I could probably count the ‘visits’ I had with a boy when I was 15 or 16. (And by ‘visits’ I don’t mean anything salubrious. In fact, it was the complete opposite!)

I’ve mentioned before that – as well as frivolous stuff like television, Dolly magazine, books, friends and family – my life growing up was A LOT about sport. I traipsed after my brother for years as well as having my fair share of commitments. Indeed, by my final years of high school I was playing a lot of basketball (and doing a lot of training).

Of course I pretty much knew everyone who played in the region, so when a new face suddenly appeared I was taken aback.

His family had moved from interstate and settled in a nearby town. He was a talented player (State rep etc) and quite cute. My childhood bestie was a bit surprised he was my type, but… well… who knows I even had a type back then.

Naturally I was shy so wasn’t brave enough to approach him but a young guy who played with his younger brother basically fronted up to tell him I liked him… (as 13yr olds are wont to do). I was horrified but – have to admit – it did break the ice and fortunately the guy in question (who I will call Matthew – cos that’s not his name) was interested and asked for my number.



After days of waiting he finally called and – I had my list of ‘things to talk to Matthew about’ all prepared…. though I was nervous as shit. He was the first ‘real’ guy I liked and I had no idea what I was doing.

It apparently went well and I agreed to call the next week. My mother was horrified (it was 1983 and girls calling boys was still a new thing). Nevertheless the next week I made the call and things went from there. Fortunately we both played a lot of inter-town and inter-region basketball for senior men’s and women’s teams so had the opportunity to run into each other a bit. And then finally… a proper date – of sorts.

School holidays had commenced and my brother was home from University and offered to drive me the hour or so to see Matthew. It was all a bit weird. My brother’s girlfriend came along for the drive and we met Matthew in McDonalds where he was just finishing work.

Scarily his mother ‘happened’ along as well so I met her (though remember nothing about the actual meeting or conversation). In retrospect I guess she wanted to check me out before allowing her son to hang out with me, but I’m not sure that occurred to me at the time.*

Finally alone (?!) our date pretty much consisted of us walking around the nearby shopping centre. From memory we even walked around the outside, sitting occasionally to chat. I remember bits of the conversation which was mostly about basketball, school and current music. Like Lionel Ritchie. And Air Supply.

In many ways we were polar opposites. He was confident and quite mature for his age whereas I was quite insecure.

That first date set the scene for the next few – and kinda – what was to come. But… I’m saving the rest of the story in case Kerri sets us a ‘My First Love’ writing challenge sometime soon.

Do you remember your first date?
Was it as un-datelike as mine?

 * I  recall I was wearing some bizarre outfit – like short shorts and a net singlet over another singlet. (All in pastels… though it was 1983!) But… I’m fairly sure his mother would have though me ridiculously sweet and nice. Cos I was back then.

  • Lee-Anne
    February 10, 2014

    Strolling around a shopping centre sounds quite stress-free (hope milkshakes were involved) 🙂
    No time for my #firstdate post this week, but suffice it to say my first official date at 13 was a disaster: My mother forced me to go (good friends with boy’s parents), it was a Cadet Ball, my hair looked like Madame Pompadour (courtesy of the town hairdresser) and I was completely miserable!!

    • Debbish
      February 10, 2014

      Not sure if there were milkshakes. I think we ate at McDonalds while waiting for M to finish work. I remember the Lionel Ritchie conversation as we stopped by a record store and his album was playing (that era).

  • Jo Tracey
    February 10, 2014

    I didn’t realise I was on my first date (with a friend’s brother) until it was just us at the local RSL easting beef & black bean sauce. I would have been 16 or 17, I guess, & was visiting the country town I used to live in. By the way, I remain just as quick on the uptake.

    • Debbish
      February 10, 2014

      Oh dear… I had something like that years later when I was at Uni. The date I hadn’t realised was a date.

  • Annaleis
    February 10, 2014

    You know what I think my first date where I had been asked out wasn’t until I had just finished school. I was too busy playing sport and working up until that point. He is now the father of my eldest child. But our first date was to a work Christmas Party.

    • Debbish
      February 11, 2014

      So the date went well I take it… 😉

  • Char
    February 11, 2014

    I had a boyfriend long before I ever went on a date. That’s the way we did it in our youth group. We’d pair up, break up then pair up again. Admittedly I only managed this with two boys.

    • Debbish
      February 11, 2014

      I actually suspect that’s common when you’re younger. It was a bit the same as my situation – less about the ‘dating’ really.

      Although I guess it may be different nowadays.

  • Kerri Sackville
    February 13, 2014

    Beautiful. And my first love… what a great idea. Will add it to the list xxxx

    • Debbish
      February 14, 2014

      Thanks Kerri. (I ‘cut’ the what-happens-next bit out of the post and pasted into another draft…. just in case!)

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