Every time someone brings up the ‘first date’ topic, I hide myself in shame. After joining university well knowing what took me there, I didn’t want to engage in a lot of ‘non school’ issues as they would easily change my good results to poor. And that meant serious canes at home. After three months my ideology changed drastically and I no longer harbored such thoughts. I heard about how cool it was going on dates so I decided to try it out. I decided the best candidate was a girl who always asked me to go for discussion yet all we did was jazz! Do not forget that I had no knowledge on the dating game. D-day finally came and I borrowed the best perfume from a neighbour and quickly rushed out, determined not to be late. When I arrived at the place I found the girl well dressed. I had never noticed how good looking she was before. She had a little make up on and was nothing short of stunning. (Makeup can actually turn an animal into a person). I was dressed in some over sized jeans and a 2 Pac shirt. She was waiting with her friends and after saying hi, she told me straight up that what I wasn’t wearing the appropriate date outfit and that I should rush back and change. She said it so honestly and since it wasn’t far, I rushed back. Reaching my room I found nothing that could fit me, my elder brother was much bigger than me so we couldn’t share clothes. I remembered I had a choir shirt that fitted quite well, and with a black trouser, I hit the road. Reaching there, I found she was still waiting. When she read the name of my church just above my shirt pocket, she gave up and nodded her head. When it was food time, I literally lost my civilization and forgot I was on a date. She hasn’t said a word to me since!