Ahhh, the first date. Is there anything more terrifying and electrifying? What's better than getting all dressed up with the hope that this time it won't completely suck?
Of course there are the wonderful first dates. The first dates that mark the beginning of something. The first dates where I don't drop any food on my shirt and somehow remain a lady for the duration of the evening.
And then there are the bad first dates. The first dates that go down in history as the ONLY date. Some are easily forgettable. Some are etched into your memory for a lifetime. Some simply NEED to be shared.
Let me set the scene:
It was a cool, crisp October evening a few years ago. A gentleman I met through work invited me out to dinner at one of my favorite Chinese restaurants. I decided I would meet him there.
The date started innocently enough. He was punctual, well-dressed and smelled nice. Conversation flowed pretty easily. I decided to order a spicy dish.
When our food arrived, he questioned me about picking out the little red peppers and putting them aside. I explained to him that while I like the flavor and added spice they provide - I don't want to set my mouth completely ablaze. Well, not on a first date anyway!
He then asks me to dare him to eat one. That should have been my first clue to get up and leave. After repeatedly telling him no - he did anyway.
Unfortunately for him, it wasn't the pepper that did him in. Although it was hot enough for him to down his entire glass of water - and mine too. I guess he didn't notice the copious amount of mushrooms in my dinner. Poor thing was allergic. He wound up getting sick all over the table, myself, himself, and a horrified lady at the next booth. Thank goodness he made it to the restroom before the secondary wave of explosive diarrhea set in.
Of course I never went out with him again. The signs that it was all wrong were so obvious.
Was it fate? Was it his own doing? Mine for ordering the dish? I'll never know.
I'm sure some disastrous first dates lead to meaningful relationships. But not mine. Then again, my relationships are disastrous enough. It might be prudent for me to give second chances. After all, if the first date is that bad - surely there's hope for the long run!
Was it fate? Was it his own doing? Mine for ordering the dish? I'll never know.
I'm sure some disastrous first dates lead to meaningful relationships. But not mine. Then again, my relationships are disastrous enough. It might be prudent for me to give second chances. After all, if the first date is that bad - surely there's hope for the long run!
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