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November 10, 2006
Having a Blast On My First Date
Sure, you may have a lot of experiences in your early years where you dated someone for a week and then broke up with them because they spent too much time talking to someone else in the school yard, but there must have been a time when you went on your first “real” date. For me, my first real date came back before I began reviewing dating sites. It was back in grade eight. I was seeing this girl from another school and we decided to go skiing. Little did I know what a blast it would be!
I spent a lot of time in front of the mirror those days, always armed with a huge can of hair spray. I was terrible. It was so bad that I remember times when I’d do my hair, then run out and jump on my bike to go to the neighbors house, and by the time I got there I’d have little bugs stuck to my rock-hard mane. Death by hairspray: so tragic!
On the day I was to do the date, it turned out to be bright and cold. Our house had two wood burning stoves to heat it, which were roaring away by the time we were to leave. I had just finished doing my hair, the spray still glistening from the strands, when I heard this whooshing sound from the living room. It was quick, powerful bursts in repetition, like a giant trying to blow out a candle that won’t snuff. I sauntered into the living room to wee what it was (I sauntered a lot in those days) and noticed it was coming from inside the roaring wood stove. There were these two little slots on top that gave air to the fire once opened and it would let you see inside the stove if you looked down through them. I was too curious to pass up the chance and stuck my eye over it when suddenly… WHOOSH! Flames somehow came up through the hole and fried my face!
Okay, so they didn’t quite fry my face, but it did singe my hair and basically removed my eyebrows. Did I mention I was just getting ready to leave for my first big date? They say that ‘the show must go on,’ and so it did. I remember arriving at her place and her using an aloe vera plant to treat my burns. We had a great day of skiing and at the end of the night I got my very first “real” kiss. That was my very first dating experience. At times I wonder why I ever attempted to date again…
Posted by CupidsReviews Doug at November 10, 2006 11:35 AM
