I didn't have my first real date until I was about 18 and was fixed up with a guy a few years older. He wanted to take me out to dinner and asked what kind of food I like. I said "seafood," because it seemed more adult than pizza, which was pretty much the only restaurant food I'd ever experienced.
He took me to a restaurant where there was an "all you can eat" shrimp special. I had never eaten shrimp, but didn't want to appear unsophisticated, so when he suggested it, I said sure. The plate came, and not knowing any better, I ate the entire shrimp, tail and all. He must have thought I was nuts, crunching away on the tails. However, we did end up dating, and eventually marrying. Years later we went to see Splash, and there was a scene where the mermaid character, Madison, eats a lobster, shell and all. We both cracked up, remembering our first date. A nice memory.
We divorced, quite amicably, about 8 years ago. We are not friends, but we are not enemies. Just two people not really suited to each other.
April 2, 2011 at 4:03 PM
I love the stories you share about the inspirations behind your work. What a super story to go along with this piece! Maybe I should do a piece about the mama's boy blind date who didn't inform me until the check came at the expensive restaurant that he had left his wallet at home! (Hint -- no second date!)
April 2, 2011 at 4:43 PM
What a sweet story! I agree with Paula I love the stories you post with your work. And Paula I hope you had the money and didn't have to do dishes!
April 3, 2011 at 7:01 PM
I love your story.
April 4, 2011 at 7:56 AM
I love the stories you tell Postmuse! Another cracker (pun intended)
i may make one about mine and Elenas first date when I get back...
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