We Fell in Love Thanks to Rocky Horror

A few years ago, we ran an Adorable Couple Contest, in which we asked readers to tell us their meet cute stories for the chance to win an ADORE ME SET from LELO (a stylish red lipstick vibe, a red silk blindfold, red silk and suede wrist restraints, and a satin storage pouch, aw yeah). Since this week marks the 40th anniversary of the release of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, we thought the sweet story that won was worth sharing again, since it prominently featured a midnight screening of RHPS and gold underpants:

Two weeks before I met my current fiance, Adam, I went on the worst date of my life. A coworker (now dubbed “kite guy”) asked me on a date to the park. He was cute, and we seemed to have a lot in common, so I accepted. I packed a bag full of snacks, some cheap kites, a Frisbee, a blanket to sit on, etc., expecting to have a fun afternoon outside. I was not at all prepared for what happened. “Kite guy” refused to fly the kites with me, he complained the whole time that it was too hot outside, he accused me of trying to have sex with him in public (because I brought a blanket to sit on….god forbid) and told me to my face that he was having a miserable time. He even faked an “emergency call” to quicken his escape from the horrors of a public park.

Two weeks later, I went on a blind date (that our friends had set us up on) to a midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. There I met Adam, a nerdy engineer, completely confident wearing only gold boxer shorts. He screamed all the lines with me, and when we met for dinner a few days later he had a beautiful cloth kite sitting in his back seat. He didn’t know the story about “kite guy,” he just really loved flying kites. I had finally found a guy to fly a kite with me, and when we did have our afternoon in the park, it was as silly and fun as it should have been.

It’s two years later, and we still fly our kites at parks. By now though, the park visits have turned into camping trips and weekends spent white water rafting. The point is, though, that our lives are full of adventures and fun. And now that I look back on my terrible date with “kite guy,” all I can think is thank god he was terrified of public sex! — RM

Here’s another story of young love & RHPS:
Lo’s Discovery of the Sins of the Flesh



  1. A lot of kids I knew went all the time. I was friends with some of them even, but I never went. Kinda feel like I missed out on a good time now.

  2. cute story. “Oh, oh, oh, let’s go fly a kite. Up to the highest height. Let’s go fly a kite, and send it soaring. Up through the atmosphere, up where the air is clear. Oh, let’s go fly kite.”

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