Saturday, 02/18/06, was the day of our first date. Mr Frenchie drove down to my house (it took about 45 minutes… notice how much driving the Mr drives on our first date) to pick me up at about noon. I remember what I wore: my favorite black skirt, my favorite red hoodie, and my favorite black pumps. When I opened the door I remember thinking that he was even more handsome in person. 🙂
Mr Frenchie had scored some tickets to the Harlem Globetrotters at the Anaheim Pond (I don’t care if Honda owns it now, I will always call it the Pond), so we drove 30 minutes (back towards his place), talking and laughing with awkward first date conversation. At one point, since I had been staring at the water spots on his windshield for about 20 mins, I told him about these awesome things called windshield wipers. Yep, I was THAT sarcastic! He informed me that the sprinklers in his neighborhood leave hard water spots on his car, and I’m surprised he asked me out again… I was a BRAT!
Once we were at The Pond, Mr Frenchie bought us yummy, yet pricey hot dogs, and we took our seats. No offense to anyone who likes the Harlem Globetrotters (or the Harlem Globetrotters themselves), but it was BOR-RING! We both sat there talking, bored by the “game”, thinking, ‘this is boring, does he/she think this is boring?’ Finally he asked me if I wanted to go, and after going back and forth on whether to go or not, we decided we both weren’t fans, and we left.
Then, Mr Frenchie drove us to Marina Del Rey to get Starbucks and to walk on the pier.
When walking to Starbucks, we had to go down an itty bitty set of stairs, and I tripped and fell on my rear in a tiny puddle. I was SO embarrassed, and on top of that, I was bleeding and wet. Mr Frenchie apologized profusely for not catching me as I hobbled to the Starbucks bathroom to clean myself off. Once clean, I was good as new, and we took our yummy hot beverages for a walk on the pier. Never once was there an awkward lull in our conversation, and we talked and talked until it was time for dinner. For dinner, Mr Frenchie decided he HAD to take me an Italian place near his apartment called Angelo and Vinci’s.
Angelo and Vinci’s was a lot of fun, and we ordered a HUGE lasagna pizza! I was impressed at how well he dealt with my diabetes, as I tested my blood and administered my injection at the table. (Yes, I do this at the table. I’ve been diabetic for over 10 years now, so it’s not a big deal to me). By the time we finished diner and Mr Frenchie drove me home, is was already 9PM.
Was your first date as long and ours? Do you go back where you had your first date?