Fridays at the 2BRead blog are for First Alert, but I thought I'd go back and talk about an old first. Like the first date I had with the fella. We spent the night together.
On a band bus with 43 other people in the college marching band. We'd met early on in our freshman year, at the band picnic. He was dating another girl (who became my roommate the next two years) at the time and we all got into the same game of spades. Then we discovered that we were in the same chemistry class. (And I never thought about all the cheesy puns that could be made about "chemistry" until now. Really.) He still exclaims about all the times I walked barefoot to class in the rain. It made sense to me...feet dry better than shoes, and once my feet were dry, I could put on dry shoes and warm my feet up. So we would talk in chemistry class, and walk together to our next class--same building, different rooms.
As the time came for the annual overnight band trip, to the University of Arkansas this particular year, he started talking about band trips and "what happens on the band trip stays on the band trip" but I just couldn't believe he was flirting, because we're exactly the same height (I look taller these days, because he's gone to the Captain Picard hairstyle) and in my experience, guys just didn't flirt with girls who might be taller. Turned out I was wrong. And so we spent the night together on the bus coming back from Fayetteville.
Our romance was entirely too dull for any romance novel, which means it was much more pleasant to live through. Reading this, I'm sure people are asking "But where's the conflict?" Well, there was a little, but very little, and it came later. If we did fit a romance-novel story, it would be the "good friends who discover something more" sort of story.
So what did you and your honey do on your first date? And what kind of romance novel would it be?
2 comments:
On our first date my husband, then boyfriend, took me to see Cleopatra. We were both 17 at the time. The poor kid had to scrape together his pennies to afford the price of admission, but it was money well spent. Not only did I develop a crush on Richard Burton, which lingers to this day, but I also fell in love with my soul mate. It's more than 40 years later, and I still get goosebumps when I hear Richard Burton's baritone, and I'm still in love with my honey. Has there been any conflict? You betcha. But what good would a romance be without it?
Sounds like yours is one of those "Harlequin Everlasting" books. :)
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