Because if we’re not getting roses and chocolate, we at least need a good laugh, right?!?
In honor of Singles Awareness Day (aka Valentine’s Day for those of you in a relationship), this post by the hilarious Jon Acuff inspired me to share my most embarrassing date story. Seriously, this should at least win me a People’s Choice Award or something.
It all started last year when I ran into this guy that I had met when I first moved to the Charlotte area in 2008. After a month of flirtacious texting, we finally went on a date. Although it was going pretty well, I didn’t really expect him to kiss me goodnight. But he did.
Then he pulled away and gasped. I was thinking, “Dang, it wasnt that bad was it?” but then I looked down…and saw that I had hives all over my arms and chest….so I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My face was the size of a balloon and as red as a tomato, COVERED in hives. My lips were the size of Kansas and Nebraska. He had no idea I was deathly allergic to oranges and drank orange juice that morning (the kiss was around midnight, if that gives you an idea of how severe my allergies are).
Needless to say it was a long, medicine filled evening. He felt horrible, so we decided to go on another date sans oranges. We went on a pretty precious hike the next day and then went out to lunch afterwards. Then at the restaurant, I slipped on the floor, wiped out, and BROKE THE HEEL off of my shoe. [Let’s be real, ladies–the heel breaking is clearly the most traumatic part.] The manager came out to see if I was okay, and the couple at the table next to us gave me this dirty nasty look like how dare you ruin my lunch. Well excuuuuse me.
Those 48 hours are probably the most embarrassing of my life. Needless to say, we aren’t together now. [The funny part is that we continued “talking” for a few weeks after this. Then I went out of town for a weekend, and by the time I returned, he was suddenly with his ex again. Just 2 weeks ago, he texted me to apologize for everything that happened (regarding the whole returning to the ex situation). All is well in the world, friends.]
But you know, just maybe the massive allergic reaction and the making a fool of myself while breaking my favorite heels should have been clear-cut signs that we wouldn’t last long, LOL. At least I can laugh about it now.
Your turn! What’s your worst date ever?