Originally Posted by jplinville

First date, I was 13, and she put make-up on using a trowel. We watched "Little Shop of Horrors", then at pizza at Little Ceasars.

After seeing her in the harsh light of the pizza joint, I realized just how fugly she was and didn't date her again.

First date with my 3rd and final wife (I really need to find a cheaper hobby) was at a nice little Italian bistro named Franco's in Dayton, Ohio. Great food, great atmosphere, and the owner is a friend of mine. When he saw me there, he picked up the tab and refused to let me pay...the bill was about $130, counting the wine. Cheapest date I've ever taken a lady on.