Flashback Friday

It's time for week #2 of Flashback Friday with Mocha With Linda. I had fun participating last week and wondered this week what she'd choose for the topic. Here is this week's prompt:

When was your first date? You can choose either your first date ever or your first date with your spouse - or both! How old were you? What did you do/where did you go? Did anything memorable - either good or embarrassing? If it was your first date ever, did you continue to date that person? If so, how long? If it was the person you married, did you know he/she was "the one" or did it take a longer for love to bloom? Any other memories you wish to share about those wonderfully awkward first dates?!

My flashback:
My first date was with the wonderful man who is now my husband. We were eating lunch one day in the Bean with our group of friends. He asked me if I'd seen the movie "Titanic" and if I'd like to go. I remember someone in the group asking what did he say and another girl saying, "He just asked her out." I was so excited. My friends helped me curl my hair, and I remember seeing his little red truck pull up outside my dorm. He looked so cute all dressed up in his cowboy clothes. We went to eat supper at Cotton Patch and then went to see "Titanic." I had never seen it before. It was a very long movie and we weren't sure we were going to get back to campus in time before curfew! But we did!

That was the first of many wonderful dates. Our favorite thing to do was to take walks around campus. On cold nights now it reminds me of those walks, and I remember our "early days" of getting to know one another. I told my Mom he gave me "that feeling" in my stomach. She said she didn't think it was my stomach. :) I'd never been in love before. I had liked guys and had crushes but nothing ever like this. I've probably mentioned this here on my blog before, but my Mom even had a feeling about the way he looked at me one night when they were visiting campus. This was before we had even started dating; she wrote about this in her calendar journal too. The first date was in the spring semester of our freshman year. He proposed in December of our senior year.

Something that is special is that my husband and I were friends first. We got to know each other and always wanted to know more. We had so much to share with each other and were such a good match. It didn't take long for it to feel like I had always known him.

Thanks for visiting today! I look forward to reading your stories of your first date.

Have a day of blessings!