So 18 years ago tonight, Ted and I went on our first official "date". We had pizza once before, but we never counted that as a date, because it was just an after school thing and we didn't really hit it off too much....
Anyway, 18 years ago, Ted came to my house on Fulton Street in SF, and we went to a party at his friend's house....I don't know who the friend was, or if I actually ever met him/her, because another friend, whom we'll call....Tim....because his name was Tim, came out and told us the party was pretty much over and we should go get a drink. So we went to drink at Yancy's (on Irving Street), which is a cool place right accross the street from PJ's oyster bed, a tasty place in its own right, but we didn't eat there that night, so I'll ignore PJs for now. At Yancy's we drank and I abused Tim verbally, which he apparantly liked because he asked Ted if he could have my number, should things not work out. I hope he's not waiting.
After drinks at Yancy's, we went back to my house (sans Tim) and drank tea and chatted until some ridiculous hour, like 3 or 4am, and then he went home and I went to catch a few hours of snooze. A GREAT first date. Anytime you stay up talking so long, and have so much to say, and can laugh, it's a great date. And yes, he kissed me. Sigh. Nice.
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*swoon*
Isn't great to still feel that way about a person after so many years?
I met Husband in 6th grade -- in San Francisco. We had our first kiss in 8th grade. Then we kissed some more during our sophomore year of high school. Then we were just friends for a very long time. And at age 30, we finally married. Now we have two kids. And I can still remember our first kiss like it was yesterday.
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