Today is the eleventh (!) anniversary of my first date with SOB. If you recall, I posted some scandalous stories about our early courtship back on SOB's birthday, but I never told you about our first official date.
Naturally, it began with some deception and treachery. SOB would drive to school from his mother's house every morning, so he had his own vehicle on premise. All of the entrances in our high school were guarded by teachers except for one, because it was labeled with an 'emergency exit only' sign. Well, somehow a few wily students discovered this and would use this door as an escape hatch. (The hip art teacher who had just graduated and was very anti-establishment had absolutely nothing to do with our discovery, I swear.) As soon as my bus dropped me off, I headed for that door instead of homeroom. SOB was waiting for me, idling in his step-dad's pick-up truck, the F-150 of love as it came to be known, and we were off.
Since it wasn't even 7 o'clock, we had to kill some time somewhere that we wouldn't look out of place. Truancy was a serious offense in our small town. So we drove into Pittsburgh and went to the campus of the University of Pittsburgh. We sat in a little coffee shop called the Beehive and had the most expensive coffee I'd ever drank up to that point in my life. Later, we went to Carnegie Museum of Natural History and looked at all the gems and minerals.
We had lunch somewhere, but I can't quite recall where. Then in the afternoon we went to see the Birdcage. After the movie was over, we still had some time to kill because we were supposed to be at practice for the academic team after school. We ended up at a playground in a huge park not too far from the school and he taught me how to jump from the swings. I ended up covered in mud. When I got home and my mother asked why I was so dirty, I told her I fell in the two foot by two foot patch of grass between the school and the parking lot. To this day I can't imagine why she believed me.
For your enjoyment and mockery, I leave you with a page scanned from my diary that I wrote a week or two after our date. Enjoy!
(I eventually made up with Melissa, just for the record.)
2 comments:
That is adorable. I love that you could see yourself with him in the future, and here you are.
This is so sweet. I am always knocked out by the high school sweetheart thing.
ps - I tagged you. Go see!
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