Should We Mourn The Death Of The Very First Date?
LatestAny first date can be stressful — or downright horrifying. But what about the very first date of your life? Is this rite of passage about to go extinct?
Tom Matlack’s description of his daughter’s first date ever sounds straight out of Norman Rockwell: a dashing seventeen-year-old meets the family, then takes 16-year-old Kerry out for “a romantic dinner” and has her home by 9:30. My first date, at the age of 14, was considerably less adorbs — we went to the mall, where we got so bored that we eventually sat and watched an entire instructional video at an electronics store. That said, it was definitely a Date — he specifically called and asked me out, and our admittedly meager social outing wasn’t couched in the vague language of “hanging out.” Nor did we hook up. The formality of our (one and only, in case you hadn’t guessed) proto-romantic encounter is striking in retrospect, especially since some of my later actual relationships began far less formally.