My most memorable first date was in Chicago. A friend of mine wanted to set me up on a blind date with a friend of his, and since it sounded adventurous and fun, I thought, "Why not?" We set it up as a double date (to help take the pressure off) for the following week. However, I had just opened the sit down production of Wicked there, and after rehearsals and previews and the opening night party, I had started to lose my voice. The night of the date came, and I called my friend at intermission from my dressing room at the Oriental Theater and told him that I needed to cancel because I was worried that being out drinking and talking all night long would just end up with me unable to sing my shows. I got a call back like two minutes later telling me that instead of going to a bar they had decided we would go to a restaurant somewhere and be more low key and that they weren't letting me cancel because they were already dressed and ready to go out! Sooooo, reluctantly I agreed. We went to an Italian restaurant near my apartment, and I knew instantly that I really liked this guy. We talked and got to know each other, and then after an hour or so they drove me back to my apartment. It was the only time the double date strategy wasn't helpful because I wanted to ask him out again, but it felt kind of weird to do with an "audience" in the back seat… So I got his number, jumped out and thanked him for a great evening and said goodbye to everyone in the backseat. As soon as I was inside the building and in the elevator I was texting him to ask him out again. I hoped that he wouldn't think I was crazy for not even giving it a night before getting back in touch with him. And, luckily…he didn't. Now we have been together for eight years!