people seem to have good memories from the first dates, so just to show you that not everything in life is rosy, I'll add my own [awful] experience. it was in high school, and I need to mention that I was very unpopular back then (actually, I am still not popular, except I don't give a damn anymore). Anyway, I was 16 and I figured that if I keep waiting for a guy to ask me out, it will never happen, so I took the first step. Since I was very shy, I took an indirect approach, and said something along the lines of "there's this opera I want to go to and I was supposed to go with a friend, but she got sick. Would you like to go together?" He said yes. His dad was supposed to pick me up and drive us there. I spent something like 4 hours taking a bath, shaving, removing hair from from all parts of my body, putting on creames, makeup, doing my hair, etc. At the end, I looked like I just got out of the miss universe competition. And then I waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. I began crying, which ruined my makeup. Finally he shows up 45 minutes into the concert, wearing jeans that should have been thrown into the washer 2 months ago. I was hoping he would hold my hand and kiss me. He ignored my presence the entire evening. the worst part was during the intermission. as if by a command, he sprang up from his sit and ran to some other girl and spent the entire intermission with her. Needless to say, I felt like crap, especially since there were happy couples all over the place.
We never exchanged 2 words since.
I must say, I learned important lessons though.
1. I would rather face a Nazi shooting squade than ask a guy out, ever.
2. I stopped caring about my appearance. Men don't appreciate it. They don't notice it. They aren't worthy of it.
I had some good dating experience early in college, though....
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"To be stupid, selfish, and have a good health are the three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost."
-Gustave Flaubert