First date

[Keroin]

So, your first date with your current SO(s), what did you do? Where did you go? Was it good? Bad? Ugly? What happened on that date that told you you were compatible and there was a possible future together? (If you knew each other socially before hooking up, consider your "first date" the first time just the two of you went out together for romantical type reasons).

If you're not in a relationship at the moment, what's your most memorable first date?

And, just generally, what are your thoughts on first dates? What should they involve and not involve? What would make you melt? What would make you icy?

 

[where]

we dropped acid, got our fortune read, went to see a band and then walked the streets for hours trying to find a mate of his to put us up.

Then we had fumbling sex on a plastic fold up sofa bed (which kept folding up).

it wasn't really a date, more a one night stand that persisted for over a quarter of a century.

 

[graceanne]

more a one night stand that persisted for over a quarter of a century.

LOL!

We went to the state fair.

 

[KoPilot]

We took the red line to Hollywood; I gave him a little bit of a tour along Hollywood Boulevard before jumping back on the train to grab pizza at Universal Citywalk. I fell asleep on him on the ride back to Pasadena, but he tried to keep me awake by reading all the ads on the train out loud <3

(S had never been to Southern California before that trip. :3)

 

[bhndblueyes88]

I'm not sure if I can peg when our "First date" was. There was a lot of one-on-one going out to eat and stuff before we started actually dating (over distance), but it wasn't realy "romantic" and more "hey you're in town visiting and need to eat!! lets go eat togetha!!"

I'm sure there's a better example, but the first "date" that comes to mind that was really just us and kind of "romantic" was when he surprised me with going to get massages together. of course, given how tense we both are, it was less romantic because we were so ouchouchouch throughout the massages (the massage therapists were not that bad, we were just that tense and unwilling to say "yes that hurts " ) and afterwards too zonked

 

[where]

I clearly need to have different first dates. I feel like such a druggy slut.

 

[the captians wench]

I haven't really dated a lot.

There are only two people that I dated that lasted any length of time.

One, I took a trip to Columbus with him and his wife for a fetish flea and siminar hit a mall and an outlet on the way back. Broke lots of rules on that trip. The big one was getting in a car with 2 people I'd never met face to face before. We had a lot of fun, my mom called to check in every hour or so, an talked a lot. I got to be snuggled and petted and teased him like mad, but no real physical contact. The second meeting with him involved Taco Bell, a sex shop, and a few hours at my place.

Jounar was the other one, and that was a weird first date because it was a 9 day event. He collected me from the airport, got settled in the hotel, lots of teasing and groping with him fully clothed and me topless, dinner in the bar (I ate he didn't) back to the room, some tv and easing into our first coupling.
The rest of the week was full of sight seeing and aquainting ourselves.

Other than that I don't think I've been on a proper date. Most of my meetings have involved meeting at my place and settling into the bedroom for an evening.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Memorable: He was an artist and we went to the city for his first opening at a nice gallery. I remember the cute black dress I wore. I ended up getting tipsy-lipsy and making out with the lowly (his words) secretary that worked for the gallery. He got all pissed so I walked out. He chased me around the side streets of New York--
Him yelling: Get in the fucking truck, get in the damn truck you fucking embarrassing slut.
I eventually got in the truck. Half the ride home was spent listening to him scream at me about what I did, and what a bitch slut I was.

The other half was spent sucking his cock while he was driving with one hand on the wheel the other hand in my hair.

When we got back to our town: I said: I want to go home now.
He drove to his house and said: this is your fucking home, get in the house.
My stockings were ripped and my mascara blackened my face.
He threw me down on the bed and fucked me violently.
I was drunk and squirming around.
He said: open your fucking legs wider and stop squirming around.
We slept.
In the morning I woke up to the sound of a coffee grinder. I tip-toed to the kitchen. He gave me nice coffee and stroked my hair.

 

[where]

Memorable: He was an artist and we went to the city for his first opening at a nice gallery. I remember the cute black dress I wore. I ended up getting tipsy-lipsy and making out with the lowly (his words) secretary that worked for the gallery. He got all pissed so I walked out. He chased me around the side streets of New York--
Him yelling: Get in the fucking truck, get in the damn truck you fucking embarrassing slut.
I eventually got in the truck. Half the ride home was spent listening to him scream at me about what I did, and what a bitch slut I was.

The other half was spent sucking his cock while he was driving with one hand on the wheel the other hand in my hair.

When we got back to our town: I said: I want to go home now.
He drove to his house and said: this is your fucking home, get in the house.
My stockings were ripped and my mascara blackened my face.
He threw me down on the bed and fucked me violently.
I was drunk and squirming around.
He said: open your fucking legs wider and stop squirming around.
We slept.
In the morning I woke up to the sound of a coffee grinder. I tip-toed to the kitchen. He gave me nice coffee and stroked my hair.

how did he change gear?

 

[graceanne]

Him yelling: Get in the fucking truck, get in the damn truck you fucking embarrassing slut.

A rednecks idea of foreplay: Get in the truck, bitch.

A rednecks divorce: Get out of the truck, bitch.

 

[sweepthefloor]

how did he change gear?

Haha! That would have been fun if the transmission were standard.

 

[where]

Haha! That would have been fun if the transmission were standard.

OK, too much yankese.

 

[sweepthefloor]

A rednecks idea of foreplay: Get in the truck, bitch.

A rednecks divorce: Get out of the truck, bitch.

Oh--he was surely not whatever red-neck-ish is.

 

[sweepthefloor]

OK, too much yankese.

Yeap automatic Yankee man.

 

[where]

Yeap automatic Yankee man.

ahhhhh, ok! even trucks are auto out there? cool.

 

[Stella_Omega]

we dropped acid, got our fortune read, went to see a band and then walked the streets for hours trying to find a mate of his to put us up.

Then we had fumbling sex on a plastic fold up sofa bed (which kept folding up).

it wasn't really a date, more a one night stand that persisted for over a quarter of a century.

OMIGOD you're us!

 

[MisterSir]

I don't really do first dates, thinking about it. Most of the time, it genuinely has been something akin to 'you wanna fuck?' 'sure'. My favourite one would be the one I had a little over a month ago with an American girl I met a munch where she asked me out, she kissed me first and we spent pretty much all of the film snuggling up, watching Helen Mirren kick ass and doing the smoochy stuff. Sadly, this is also the girl who I went out with once more and then heard absolutely nothing from thereafter. Not so much the one that got away as it was the one that came in from the cold then decided she liked the cold better.

 

[Stella_Omega]

how did he change gear?

In fiction, all things are possible.

 

[ownedsubgal]

Daddy and i never "dated." i can't relate to the concept of having romantic intentions toward another person.

anywho, i guess i can talk about the first time we met in person (prior to that it was a phone/email mentorship and friendship). He drove more than two hours in order to pick me up from the house in the middle of cows and corn fields where i lived at the time, then drove another hour to get to the nearest restaurant that wasn't attached to a gas station or which doubled as someone's home. i was extremely nervous...not because i had any fuzzy feelings for him or anything (i didn't), but because i'm just an extremely nervous kind of person. He says his first impression of me occurred when i was heading to his truck, walking before his headlights around to the passenger side. He thought i looked incredibly young, and incredibly fragile in my sweatshirt and baggy jeans. it triggered the Beast in him immediately, according to him, but he stuffed it down. when i got into his truck i glanced up at him just once, for about half a second. that's about as long as i can look at anyone i don't know very well.

so yeah, we were at some annoying chain restaurant. i have no memory of what i ate, or even of eating at all. i was trying hard to keep my social anxiety under control, and failing miserably. every word out of my mouth was mumbly and stuttery. it's quite likely i was making no sense whatsoever. what i remember is him saying suddenly, in a very firm and clear voice, "calm yourself." and that did it...i was able to relax, at least as much as possible for a spazz like myself. but two things were confirmed for me at that moment: i'm terrified of this man, and i feel safe with this man. to some those may not seem like complimentary emotions, but that's just the way it was.

to make a long story a bit less long, he fucked me that night. He had no intention of doing so, but he let up on the reigns a bit. the Beast came out. just like at dinner, i was terrified. but i did whatever he told me, because well that is just what i do. i didn't have much of a feeling about having sex with him one way or the other...it was more like, this is life, the way it is. men have needs. my body happens to be there, so they use it. and that's fine, it's what i'm used to and hence what i'm comfortable with. i knew he couldn't help it, they usually can't. it's biology.

it didn't lead to any romantic fuzzy feelings on either side, or any "dates" in the future. it just was. nothing about our relationship changed, beyond the fact that now i was available for his use. and that was the awesome part...that nothing changed.

 

[chy_girl]

*scratches head*

Humm. Our trial run was a monthly play party where she was delightfully surprised that I'd consent to wearing a collar and leash... I really miss that particular collar too. That night was fun and it felt amazingly right despite the huge embarrassment I felt walking around with a leash on all evening. I've since gotten over that.

Other than that the closest "date" type thing we've had involved her and I hitting the drive through at taco bell on the way to the movies, seeing a movie, going back to her house for a mutual cupping experience, and then things got even more fun and freaky after he got home. (That *is* date-ish, right?)

 

[ecstaticsub]

My first date with my husband was when we were both in high school and it was a horrible slasher movie at a drive-in theater. We talked and made out through most of the movie.

My Daddy and I met on-line and our first in person meeting was about 6 months after first chatting. I don't think that first meeting can be considered a first date since we had spent hours and hours on-line and on the phone getting to know each other. The first time we met was at a hotel. We were fucking within the first 10 minutes or so after seeing each other. I was introduced to a few of his friends for some fun that first night, too.

 

[the captians wench]

*scratches head*

Humm. Our trial run was a monthly play party where she was delightfully surprised that I'd consent to wearing a collar and leash... I really miss that particular collar too. That night was fun and it felt amazingly right despite the huge embarrassment I felt walking around with a leash on all evening. I've since gotten over that.

Other than that the closest "date" type thing we've had involved her and I hitting the drive through at taco bell on the way to the movies, seeing a movie, going back to her house for a mutual cupping experience, and then things got even more fun and freaky after he got home. (That *is* date-ish, right?)

You know, i never once felt weird or embarrassed about wearing a collar and leash about. I feel more wierd not wearing one.

I think it's a security thing. I always feel more secure when I'm on a short leash.

 

[chy_girl]

You know, i never once felt weird or embarrassed about wearing a collar and leash about. I feel more wierd not wearing one.

I think it's a security thing. I always feel more secure when I'm on a short leash.

It was only on the first time that I wore it that I felt like that. Then again, it was only like the 3rd time I'd ever been somewhere that there was play going on. After that though, I was good. And by the 4th time it was a source of comfort. And if we're going someplace that I'm not familiar with or that has a lot of people, my leash is mandatory.

 

[callinectes2]

Ha, we went on the "dreaded" dinner date referred to in the manners thread. I gotta say, I like dinner dates. I like seeing how he interacts with the wait staff, if he has halfway decent table manners (sorry, but that is a big one for me), and if we can carry on a conversation. Anyway, we went to a great seafood reastuarant on the beach. Afterwards we walked down to the dunes, left our shoes on the stairs and walked barefoot on the beach (He with his slacks rolled up to his knees) for a couple of hours. Cheesy huh? It it was great though.

 

[the captians wench]

It was only on the first time that I wore it that I felt like that. Then again, it was only like the 3rd time I'd ever been somewhere that there was play going on. After that though, I was good. And by the 4th time it was a source of comfort. And if we're going someplace that I'm not familiar with or that has a lot of people, my leash is mandatory.

I'm a freak. The first time I wore a collar in public it just felt right. The first time a leash was added, it was even more so.

That might be one of the reasons I was so nervous in Ireland. Jounar didn't want me standing out so he made me take off my collar when I was chatting with him on the way to the airport and then he never told me I could put it back on. By the third day I was there I went digging through my luggage to find the satin choker I brought just so I had some sense of familiarity.