My first date was with Allan H. He had just gotten his driver’s license and had bought a used convertible for $50. He invited me to go to the local drive-in movie, and he roared up to my house with the top down (well, actually he cautiously crept down the street, as he was still gaining driving experience). I had spent an hour getting dressed in my best outfit, applying makeup, and straightening and subduing my thick curly hair, which sprung back up like 10,000 monkey’s tails at the tiniest exposure to humidity. I was not thrilled by the fact that the top was down, but I was too polite to say anything. Besides, I had never gone to a drive-in, and riding in a car, with a boy, was super-cool.
My first date was not what I'd expected.
As we settled into our parking spot to watch the movie, it started to rain. Allan pressed the button to close the top, but nothing happened. He had just bought the car that afternoon so he didn’t know a lot about what worked and what didn’t. Within seconds, the heavens had opened up, and we were being drenched. Allan jumped out of the car and manually pulled the top up. There was just one problem–it wouldn’t close all the way. There was a one-inch gap between the windshield and the top, so our knees were being soaked with a steady stream of rain. Oh, well, it was kinda cozy in our wet cocoon, and after our legs were soaked, they couldn’t get more soaked. The movie was a wet blur through the windshield, so Allan turned on the windshield wipers, only to discover that they didn’t work either. Ever the gentleman, he jumped outside once more and tried to manually move them back and forth. That proved to be impossible. Finally I urged him to come back into the car, and as the rain continued to drench our legs, and the movie was a blur of colors somewhere in the distance, Allan turned to me and did the only logical thing to do in that situation: He gave me my first kiss.
We never did see the movie, but we did have a good time. However, when I got home, my hair was sticking out in every direction, my face was streaked with multiple makeup colors, and my clothes were wrinkled and dirty. “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” my mother shrieked as I skipped happily up the stairs to my room to relive that wonderful night.