My first real date was in 8th Grade with my first love who's still a part of my life, in his own way. Already an item, it was a big deal to go on a grownup date. Having no transportation, we rode our bikes to a nearby "fancy" restaurant at a holiday inn for lunch. Being a picky eater and worried about the cost of such a meal, I ordered a salad and asked them to hold everything- just plain lettuce. He still gives me a hard time about ordering lettuce on our big date. We were about 13. The server must have thought we were a hoot.
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