I’ve had one real “first date” – and it wasn’t with my husband. My first date ever was with a guy named Jesse. It was all very cliche – he picked me up, met my parents, took me to meet his, took me to dinner and a movie, gave me my first kiss, and drove me home. I don’t remember it being all that awkward (aside from him holding my hand in the movie theater through the entire movie), but I don’t remember it being all that fun either. My husband and I never really had what one might consider a first date.