Conflict is one of the things that makes a novel worth reading. So first dates in romance novels usually end up being messy and complicated. The encounters are typically full of trouble, while somehow affirming that the couple is meant to be together despite all obstacles. In Canyon Walls, my characters’ first date involves star gazing–surrounded by a camp full of teenagers.
On one of my own first dates, my date was driving me to dinner when I reached under the seat of his truck and instead of moving the seat back, I sliced my finger open on a piece of metal. It was one of those crazy wounds that wouldn’t stop bleeding.
I was mortified.
My date drove down the interstate as I searched for a fast-food napkin or anything I could put on my finger to stop the bleeding. Before I knew what was happening, my good-looking date had pulled up his dress shirt, held out the bottom of his white undershirt, and stuck my bleeding finger in it. It was incredibly sweet, but it wasn’t the first impression I’d hoped to make.
He exited the highway, changed out of his undershirt and into his dress shirt, and left me in the truck as he went into a store. He bought me a box of bandages and antibacterial cream. The gesture was far more romantic than flowers.
I still have a scar–right beside the finger where I wear the wedding ring he gave me. It’s a daily reminder of our wonderful and never-boring romance.
The secret of a great first date isn’t about the right restaurant or the most romantic location; it’s about sharing it with the right person.
What was your most memorable first date?