Saloma Miller Furlong
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My First Real Date

The following is my part of the story David began: 

Several nights later, I was just sitting down for my break at Zachary’s Pizza where I worked, when David walked in. I invited him to sit with me. He told me he drove Janis to Fairfax the day before. She was knitting in the car on the way, and as he was going up the ramp onto the highway, when she opened the door of the pickup. He said he grabbed onto her and asked her what she was doing. She mumbled something about losing her knitting needle.

I listened quietly while I munched on my pizza. David sensed that I wasn’t responding and said, “Anyway, enough about Janis.”

I spoke before I thought, “You didn’t come here to talk about Janis, did you?” 

David hesitated a moment then said, “No I didn’t.” After a long pause he smiled and said, “Do you like Chinese food?”

I suddenly realized he was about to ask me out. He was looking at me with those ocean-blue eyes, waiting for an answer. Out of nowhere, I felt tingling sensations course through my body that I had never felt before.

“I’ve never had Chinese food,” I said. “But I sure would like to try it.”

“There is a place near here called The Tiki Garden. Would you like to go there with me on Sunday?”


We looked at one another for a long moment, until I realized where I was.  I said, “I have to get back to work.”

As David left, dressed in his navy peacoat, his slender legs taking long strides up the street, I thought about how this kind of a date was what I had always dreamed of — to go out for a meal at a restaurant and to get to know someone, rather than making out in bed with “dates,” as was done in my home community. The Amish were ashamed to admit that they practiced “bed courtship” and didn’t want outsiders to know about their dating rituals. I used to wonder why they didn’t change them if they were ashamed of them.

As I pushed pizzas in and pulled them out of the ovens the rest of the night, I thought that maybe David went from one woman to another, and that he may have asked me out because Janis had gone back to Richard. But I had never been asked for a real date by anyone before, so I decided that it didn’t matter what David’s relationship with Janis was or was not, I was going to enjoy myself. After all, he wasn’t asking me to marry him, he was only asking me for a date.


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