Like any other college student, I’ve had my fair share of bad dates. You know the really awkward ones with not much to talk about. Or the ones you spend hours getting ready for to only get stood up and end up watching the movie on your own. Yet just when I thought I couldn’t possibly top those bad dates, life decided to prove me wrong. If you were to type “worst dates story” on Google, you’d definitely see some weird stories. But BELIEVE ME when I tell you that from this moment on, this first date takes the cake.
I met this guy six years ago, but I never really thought we’d actually date. I always had a crush on him so you can imagine my excitement when he asked me out. If there was ever a terrible scenario to ask someone out this was it. I was at my ex’s birthday party, yes it was awkward AF, but that’s a whole other story. I was about to leave when I realized a band was about to play. As I turn around to get a drink, he stood right behind me. He was just as I remembered dark hair, blue eyes, freckles on his face, and the cutest laugh. Two seconds into the conversation and I remembered how easy it was to be around him. I was always myself, and things seemed to fall right into place.
Right before the band started playing, he took one last look at me with a smirk on his face and said: “I’m done with small talk. Let’s go out sometime.” No one had ever been so up front. Trust me, he had my attention since I first met him. I would say that I played hard to get, but I didn’t hesitate to say yes. Obviously I stayed for two songs and left without saying goodbye. I guess it was my own way of thinking I’d be more mysterious (it wasn’t).
The night I’ve waited for six years had finally arrived.
He decided to do something different and we headed to a mexican restaurant. This only made me think about one thing: MARGARITASSSS! Forever my favorite poison. The waiter started to take his order while I was in the middle of a real struggle. For the past couple of weeks I had been having many stomach problems. It did not matter if I ate or not, I would always get this terrible pain that all I could do was lay down. I will admit, I was grateful for his indecisiveness because with the time he was taking, I was able to debate if I should get a margarita or not. I hadn’t been feeling well and I wasn’t eating well either. But on the other hand…Margaritas.
It was obvious who’d win this debate. It all went downhill when I was half through my entrée, right then I started feeling terrible, but I refused to blame it on the margaritas. I had already been feeling awful and as we all know, mexican food tends to be spicy. All of the sudden, the restaurant was very crowded and my stomach pain was killing me. All the while, he had a strange look on his face, “Are you feeling okay? You don’t look so well,” he asked. I couldn’t even feel my tongue. I nodded. He kept looking at me as he was waiting for me to admit I felt terrible. By the way, he had the cutest concerned face, but I was hoping my brave face was more convincing.
*Five seconds later*
Half of my burrito and margarita were all over the table and my sweater. It looked like I was reenacting the scene from the exorcist. I literally wanted to die. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? I was finally on a date with this amazing guy and here I am puking my guts out. Apart from that terrible experience, I will say that he was a complete gentleman about it. He cleaned me up and held my hair while I was in the middle of letting the other half of my dinner out in the toilet. Although to make matters even more embarrassing, one of his exes was waiting in line for me to finish the show. I am so grateful my head was literally inside the toilet. Hopefully she won’t remember me.
I was totally waiting for him to ghost me. Yet the next day he surprised me at work and I literally wanted to disappear. He simply wanted to check up on me and got me some pills to make my stomach ache better. Which was nice, but I was still very embarrassed. I think this should actually be considered a test to see if someone is really into you. Either way, whatever happens he is totally husband material. Sadly, I can’t even stand the smell of Tequila anymore. But hopefully I’ll be able to drink margaritas again without leaving it all over the dinner table.