I still remember my first date ever. I was so nervous; I think I was shaking the entire time. I wasn't even able to really enjoy myself. My date was nice and everything, and I really enjoyed spending time with him. It also helped that he was cute. But I was so nervous the whole night that when he dropped me off, I just got out of the car, and went into the house, not even waiting to see if he wanted to walk me to the door or to kiss me. He thought I didn't like him, so he never asked me out again, but that wasn't the case at all. And I've always kind of regretted not telling him what really happened.