So Was There a Second Date?

Readers share their stories of unforgettable first dates, from studs to duds

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Love at First Flight

My cousin had been boasting about her husband's tall, handsome, single-flight instructor for a while. It turned out Bill is quite shy, so when he finally asked me out, he really wanted to impress. He picked me up to go to the airport, where we boarded a Cessna 172. We flew from New Jersey to Connecticut, landing at an airport with an excellent restaurant. We flew to Pennsylvania for dessert. Then we flew over Manhattan to marvel at the lights and Empire State Building. When we landed, my head was spinning with excitement, and I knew we'd be together for a lifetime. —LOIS KLOTZ Englewood, FL

And the Class Goes Wild

This is more about “the ask” than the actual date. My future husband and I taught at a large high school. One Friday afternoon, I had 10 minutes of a lesson to go when he knocked on the classroom door. I looked at him, confused. The class went silent. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me,” he said. I said, “OK,” and the class began clapping, whistling and yelling. When he left, my students wouldn’t stop asking questions. Needless to say, no more learning happened after that. —JAN ROLAND Wabash, IN

The Apple of My Glass Eye

In the 1970s, my date and I were at a disco when a woman dancing nearby was spun by her partner. The quarter-size plastic beads affixed to her long ponytail whipped my date in the face—and popped his glass eye out. He quickly pulled an eye patch from his pocket and chased his eye across the dance floor. —CHRISTINE TUNANIDIS Port Richey, FL

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