write about a funny or amusing date you went on

[Not Heidi]

Here's mine.

It was my second date with Kay. We had dinner at her house, then sat on a bench in her backyard (it was a beautiful So Cal night). We talked, we necked, and things began to get . . . warm. I had to put on the brakes because I'd been having menstrual problems and was in the throes of these problems. She was so bummed (as was I). I said, "and I'll bet you changed the sheets and shaved your legs, didn't you?" She cracked up, probably disturbed the neighbors.

The other funny thing about this date was that as we sat outside, ants got into my boot (injured ankle). Ha ha ha.

Please tell us about a funny or amusing date.

[AZSkiffyGeek]

1. This actually preceded our first date

My wife and I met at a friend's band's show. We had a great time chatting and I thought really hit it off. Got her phone number, and we met up at their next show. This time she had a date with her, and introduced me as the boyfriend of one of the guys in the band. Apparently she had been told that his BF was a bear, and I fit the bill. I corrected her, but gave her space since she was with someone. She proceeded to spend the entire evening talking with me, and subconsciously moving closer to me, even as I was trying not to interfere with her date, and he kept trying to cockblock me while she kept ignoring him.
We ended up going to see Revenge of the Sith a few days later and then a Nine Inch Nails show. And we've been together for 18 years now.

[ret5hd]

2. Many years ago, in my ignorant youth...

the woman I was living with complained that I never took her anywhere but McDonald’s, Taco Bell, etc. And of course, the bar. We both liked to drink. She said I HAD to take her someplace nice…or else.

It was a valid complaint. So, ok, someplace nice.

I found a place by word of mouth (way way pre internet era) and we went in. White tablecloths, dress-suited waiters…with bow ties. Water and menus placed before us.

I picked up the menu and started perusing our options. Filet, salmon, whatever…I don’t remember.

What I noticed though, is absolutely nothing had a price listed.

I looked at her, she was snickering…I said “Don’t even touch the water. Let’s go.”

She settled for McDonald’s. Again. And a beer, but only if she won at pool.

[grumpyduck]

3. Long story, but I'll keep it short.

Second year college, and I was also working on my pilot's certificate. I had met this young lady in one of my classes, who had been a stewardess (flight attendant nowadays), and we hit it off. So, right after I got my license, I invited her to go flying. Everything went fine and it was a lot of fun... except that the radio was being recalcitrant. It worked about half the time and totally refused to work when we came back. I followed all procedures, blah blah, and we landed safely.

Once down, I apologized for the radio. She said, oh, don't worry, it happens all the time on the airlines.

[rsdsharp]

4. Nothing funny about the first date, other than it was an Alice Cooper concert.

One of the few perks for a (then) disc jockey is free concert tickets. That’s who happened to be in town.

Our third date, we went to see The Deer Hunter. Ten minutes into the movie I managed to dump a full, large, buttered popcorn 🍿 into her lap. That’s when she said she fell in love with me. That was 44 years ago.

[TlalocW]

5. I took my last Spanish class for a degree

Through a university program where you go to Mexico and take whatever class you need from one of the department professors who also goes down with you. Two weeks in Mexico City, two weeks in Oaxaca living with host families and actually taking the class, and then another week back in Mexico City. There were three students from my university and then four post-college people on it who just wanted the experience, to learn basic Spanish and be guided around by someone knowledgeable (the professor). The university students were me and two girls, and I started seeing one of them, but we kept it on the down-low so the other one wouldn't feel like a third wheel.

I'm very Caucasian as was the girl I was NOT seeing (who was very blonde which was an attractive novelty in Oaxaca), and the one I was hooking up with was Mexican-American. I was the best Spanish speaker by several levels over everyone else (after the professor). So when we weren't in class, weren't in group trips somewhere, and we couldn't ditch "the blonde," we three hung out together. I spent a lot of the summer pretending that my girlfriend wasn't my girlfriend but then pretending she was at times while at the same time pretending I was the brother of the blonde who could get overwhelmed by the attention she got. So if we were at a local event, and both the blonde and my girlfriend were getting hit on excessively, I could tell the blonde's would-be Romeos, "Hey, that's my sister. Let's show some respect," and then say to any others, "Hey, that's my girlfriend. Knock it off."

Invariably when my girlfriend and I were out by ourselves, I would get knowing winks from shopkeepers thinking I was hooking up with a local, and then there were times when we were in a shop, and the owner would talk to my girlfriend who then looked to me to translate. I don't know what happened to the blonde, but that trip's girlfriend and I are still friends nearly 30 years later.