Okay, I’ve got to come clean. In a previous post, I implied that a particular girl was the first one I ever dated. That isn’t technically true. Preceding Michelle, I had many phone conversations and went on a couple of dates with another girl.
My first ever date was at the Capilano West Chinese restaurant on Marine Drive in West Vancouver. We ordered way too much food, and I’m sure the bill cost me several weeks’ worth of allowance. I can, with a kind of vague recollection, remember the shirt I wore. I believe it might be back in style these days.
Shortly thereafter, I unceremoniously dumped this girl for grade 8 reasons which I cannot remotely fathom. I’ve felt bad about that to this day, and will no doubt take that particular act of youthful stupidity to my grave.
And do you want to know the other thing? I can’t remember her name.
Okay, I guess that’s two shameful truths.
I can remember the names of grade 6 and 7 (and earlier!) crushes that preceded her, and all the girls and women since then (though I know they’d never match my sweet imagination — rockin’ MIDI ahead!), but there’s a memory gap for the blonde-haired girl who liked sweatshirts (it was the style of the time) who lived in Dundarave. We went to different high schools, and I don’t think that helped.
I even asked Rob, one of my oldest friends, about her. You see, because I have such a lousy memory, Rob is my longterm storage device. He came up blank.
And so, to my eternal shame, Date #1 was with the Unknown Girl #1. Perhaps when I have a house and garden I’ll make a little memorial with an eternal flame for the world’s forgotten names.
Hey, I just got an idea. Remember my write-up on the Kay Meek Theatre? It’s attached to West Van High, the school this girl attended. If they have all those goofy roster o’ grad photos posted in a hallway somewhere, I could go scrutizine 1990 or 1991 for her. My friend is the technical director of the Kay Meek, so he could probably get me in without my looking like some dirty old man. Closure, I have thee in my sights.