Dates? What Dates?
How far am I willing to go on a first date? Well, maybe as far as Alabang or even Tagaytay, but if he’s willing to take me out of the country, who am I to refuse? Hehe. Kidding. Okay, first things first: I have to admit that I don’t think I’ve every truly been on a first date. A first date, for me at least, is when a guy meets a girl and asks her girl to go out with him, like say for coffee or eats or a movie, and she dresses up, he picks her up, and off they go.
On a blind date for Cosmo…
…complete with photographer! (Hi, Kai!)
The only two times I can think of that were like that weren’t even real dates, more of set-ups. One was a blind date-slash-dare for Cosmo magazine, complete with a photographer tailing us. It included dinner at Bubba Gump’s, where I was only too happy to snarf down an entire bucket of shrimps, tearing into their little shrimpy skins with my bare hands. The guy was cute and real sweet, but he just wasn’t my type. (And he may not have been too happy either with the knowledge that he’d probably have to feed me my weight in shrimps if I became his girlfriend.)
Another time my friend set me up with her friend, and she came along so it wouldn’t be too awkward. We watched an Asian horror flick. I don’t remember which one, but it was a scary one because I spent the movie alternately shrieking into this guy-I-had-just-met’s ear and clutching and wringing at his poor shirt sleeve. By the time I got up from my seat, my skirt was twisted all the way around from my terrified squirming. We went out for a couple more movie dates after but it just sorta fizzled out.
Most of my boyfriends have been guys I’d been good friends with first, guys I hang out with a lot, so there were really no “first dates” to speak of. I’ve been asked out by people I don’t really know a couple of times, but I’ve never said yes. I guess the real question would be, how far would you go with someone you’ve just met?
I can’t answer that based on experience, because I’ve never agreed to go out with someone I don’t really know. Scratch that, maybe it’s not because I don’t really know them; maybe it’s because I wasn’t even attracted to them enough to go out with them. Which means that I’ve never been asked out by someone I like or was really attracted to. (Dammit! I’m sad now.) Because, if that were the case, I’d probably be smooching him, even on a first date. And that’s all you’re going to get from me for now, because my folks might be reading. 