ROMANCE WRITERS’ WEEKLY-FIRST DATE DISASTERS

We’re breaking from the 3 question routine again this week and focusing on First Date Disasters. 

Hopefully, you clicked your way over here from LaNora Mangano’s. 

Are you cringing or chuckling in recollection of a first date disaster? 

I’m betting many of you never got to the second date part! 

Truthfully, I don’t have any really horrid first date disasters. 


There were two almost first date disaster with two really creepy guys who had the nerve to put me on the spot and ask me out in front of other people. I probably would have ended up a statistic somewhere had I gone out with either of them. 

I thought I’d share about my first date with the hubby. 

My sister introduced us, or rather, arranged a blind date for us. We’d seen each other in church but had never spoken to one another. 

Naturally, I wore a dress and heels. I needed to make a good impression. 

I suppose before I go any further, I need to explain a bit about the hubster. He’s from Astoria, Oregon where the “boys’ used to all wear Carharts and plaids along with their steel- toe boots. The bigger the tires on a truck the better. 

Similar to hubby’s only his was yellow

He’s also an outdoors-man and an avid (actually obsessed is probably a better word) hunter and fisherman. I call him my red-neck rogue. 

Okay, back to my story. 

Hubby shows up for our date driving  his beast of a truck. So, what’s the big deal? 

Hubby’s was higher than this

Have you ever tried to climb into one of those things in a tight dress and heels? He had to push my butt in the door. Literally. 

Nice way to start a relationship. 

Then he decides a drive along the beach would be nice.  Except, when you have humungo tires, the vehicle tends to bounce a bit.  

By a bit,  I mean I was in danger of giving myself a pair of black eyes from my bosoms, and I’m not well-endowed. 

Nothing more awkward occurred until he asked if I wanted to go for a drink. He meant soda or milk. Oops. 

I’ve heard of first date horrors that make me grateful I never experienced anything remotely so scarring. 

I’m dying to know what Susan Scot Shelley  has to say.