My parents (aka the “on-spring”) had 4 kids. The first 3 were girls. Then they had me! A boy! And man, were they surprised . . . especially since in the ultrasound it looked like I was a girl (I’m sure it was just a bad angle).
Anyway . . .
Here they are; aren’t they beautiful??
Sorry guys, they’re all accounted for.
The reason I bring up my sisters is they are a strong influence in my life. As my sisters were in their teenage years, dating became a hot topic in the home. Sometimes after one of them would return home from a date I would get to hear the feedback. These were very important learning moments for me. For some reason the negative experiences stuck in my memory even though I know they had plenty of great dates. I remember them saying things like:
“He closed the car door on my foot. Twice.”
“He talked about himself the whole time and never asked me anything about myself.”
“I was STARVING the whole time.”
“He was rude.”
“Our first date lasted 6 hours . . . ”
“He didn’t have a plan. He tried to wing the whole thing.”
“He didn’t open the door for me.”
“He made me pay for myself.”
“I didn’t know we were going to be outside and I FROZE!”
“He kept looking at his phone.”
“He thought he was being funny but he was being so stupid!”
“He kept blasting screamo music even after I asked him not to.”
“That’s not a hickey . . . I burned myself with my curling iron.”
Brethren, these “first date horrors” can be avoided if you follow the fundamentals (I will cover more advanced topics in the future):
- Feed her
- Ask about her and LISTEN. The purpose of a first date is to get to know her, not impress her.
- Make a plan and tell her in advance so she knows what to wear
- Keep it simple and short
- Giver her your full attention
- Be the type of man you’d want your future daughter to date
So my fellow, single gentlemen, gird your loins with the belt of common sense as you proceed on the path of your conversion from #foreveralone to #mywifeisaBABE.
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