Ok so this was my first date:
I’m was 22 and I’m in David’s citadel. I’m nervous, pacing up and down. This older fellow sees me and says “you going on a date?” ha, yes! He starts giving me all this great advice and I’m feeling a little better. I ask how long he’s been married, he says he’s not! Ok now I’m nervous again. finally the girl arrives… i mean 45 minutes late. come oooon, seriously??! I’m rolling with the ball though. so as i shakily introduce myself i follow her up the steps… apparently that’s a no no.. go figure. i spot “THE” table. I lead her to it and we get there. My thinking was, find her a seat and pull it out for her (that was my mistake, you shouldnt do that). Her thinking was slightly different. As i walked behind her to pull out her seat she is looking for her own seat. so i am chasing her around like a chicken now waiting for her to stop. On about the 3rd Hakafah she quickly grabs a seat and sits down like a musical chairs game. Holy cow, I’m sweating. I think i was a light shade of green by the time i sat down.
We dated for a while…. so it couldn’t have been that bad. And no i didn’t marry her 🙁 stinky ending… sorry!