DH & I didn't really have what we'd call a "first date." (Long story, some of which is below the line.) We were 18 and 19 years old when we first became boyfriend/girlfriend.
I DO remember our last date prior to marriage, though. We were 19 and 20 years old. It was a Saturday spent at King's Island in Cincinnati, OH (I think it was 8 days before our wedding). We had a great day despite a brief, bad storm that we later learned unfortunately took the life of a Dixieland band member who was struck by lightning and killed in the parking lot.
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We were close friends among a group of close friends who came to know one another via work at a camp as well as some other activities. There was no initial interest towards one another beyond friendship, and no other friends within our group save us ever became a couple.
It was at least 6 months into our friendship before DH became aware that he could be interested in dating me, but he never asked me out and tried to keep me from knowing about his additional interest for fear of losing our friendship which he valued very much. It would be at least another 4 or more months before I realized that he had any such interest.
I recall arriving home after an activity with our group of friends when it suddenly struck me that,
Oh, NO! [DH] likes me. That means he's going to ask me out, and probably soon. What on earth am I going to do if he does? I'd never had even a single thought of him as anything other than a very good friend, and frankly, the idea of him asking me out was quite unnerving to me at that time.
I spent the next few weeks mulling over the whole idea of us moving beyond our current friendship into a dating relationship. I gradually warmed to the idea the more I pondered it, and eventually reached the decision that, yes, when he asks me out I will accept. And then...
He didn't ask me out. Or even act the least bit differently towards me than per usual. Days went by, then weeks. Nothing. Huh. Well that didn't make any sense to me. Although I really didn't know how I knew he liked me, I just suddenly
knew it, and because I was so certain that he did, the fact that no further action or any other sort of confirmation of my suspicions on his part were forthcoming was baffling to me. Maybe I'd been mistaken...
I really didn't think so, though, so after a couple months I decided to wrest it out of him. It took some doing, but after some heart-to-heart conversation, it was done, and we considered ourselves a couple. We didn't "go public," though, because it was close to the time for summer camp to begin again, and there were staff rules against dating at camp. I figured it would be best to keep it to ourselves during that time, so we did. We did eventually go "on dates," but I really couldn't say when such events began.
Long story longer, about 3 months later, DH announced while we were walking through fields/woods/pasture: "Well, I'm ready to get married whenever you are." For a guy who never even got up the nerve to ask me out, he sure had no hesitation once he decided he wanted to marry me! I knew we would marry eventually, but I told him I wanted us to finish college first. We hadn't yet begun college, but it was in the works and we'd already been accepted as single students.
Over the next few months my answer changed to, "We'll get married after two years of college."
A bit more time, and my answer was, "Well, let's at least get one year under our belts before we get married."
Then a few days before Easter in 1989, I decided I didn't want to wait after all, and that we should marry and then head right off to college. On Easter Sunday we asked for my parents blessing, obtained it, considered ourselves engaged from that point on, and went about doing all we needed to do to marry one week before school would start in August 1989.
Twenty-five years of marriage later, we still kinda-sorta like each other.
A bit.
Or even a lot.
