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My Worst Date!

The perfect Gentleman

I had my fair share of horrible dates, but in my first semester at University I went on a date and nearly everything went wrong. I was absolutely obsessed with this guy at University as I thought he was the cutest one in all of my classes. I tried to get his attention on every occasion, whether it was in class, during lunch in the cafeteria or in the University Park. One day my prayers were heard and he took me out for dinner. I thought I would freak if my friends wouldn’t have helped me out. After long discussions about what to wear, where to go and what to talk about, the time and place were set and I was in my room getting ready.

In Need Of A Jump Start

I went for my lovely new white blouse that I just bought that day and skinny jeans. I look elegant but never the less relaxed and not up tight. At exactly 10 to 8 pm he picked me up at my dorm and we were ready to go. The first thing I noticed when I got into his car was that I had terrible sweat marks, of course: I was nervous as hell, but thankfully I wore white so you couldn’t really see them. He was an absolute gentleman during the whole ride to the Italian place my friends and I chose. We talked about our day, about our paper that was due for our class next week; all in all I thought that this date was going to be great!

The Grand Finale

Spaghetti Accident on White Blouse

I apparently thought wrong. Once we came arrived at the restaurant everything seemed to be going off track. First our reservation, more like my reservation as I called, got lost and we didn’t have a table and had to wait by the bar. After endlessly long 20 minutes we got a table and were nearly ready famished. The menu looked fantastic so we straight away ordered. I took Pasta Bolognese and he went for Pizza Diablo. The food was delicious and so was our conversation, we seemed to have lots in common. On one of my last bites the waitress brushed passed me and my pasta landed on my brand new WHITE blouse. After my sweat marks and my lost reservation, I thought that this was the last strike. But when I came back from the toilet where I tried to clean up as much as possible my EX-BOYFRIEND was talking to my date. I thought I’d go berserk! He was sitting a few seats behind us with his new girlfriend and he recognized me when I went to the bathroom and thought it’ll be great if he stopped by and said “hi”. But unfortunately he didn’t just say hi, he also commented on my charming spaghetti sauce smear and that I forgot to take the tag of my blouse. I absolutely wished for the earth to open and swallow me whole. That was possibly one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

All Is Well That Ends Well

My evening didn’t go very well and Mike, my date, took me home after we paid for dinner. I just wanted to crawl under my bedcovers to never being sighted again. We parked and he brought me to my door. After another embarrassing moment of silence, he actually admitted to having had fun that night and that he would love to take me out again, minus all the “oops-a-daisies”. I agreed to that and said that it was probably best if we started of light, which we did at lunch the next day. There was no white blouse, no spaghetti sauce, no ex-boyfriend and no tag, but lots of Mike and me!

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