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Hey ya’ll!!! What are we talking about on this fine Tuesday you ask??
Let’s take waaaaaay back and talk about my very first date. First dates are awkward anyway but especially when it’s your very first date ever AND you have been set up! He was a freshman in college and I was a junior in high school (yes, you read that right, I didn’t go on my first official first date until I was a junior in high school).
So, the guy comes to pick me up, meets my parents, everything is great! We had talked about going to eat and then maybe going to a movie after. A new Mexican restaurant had just opened up in town and ya’ll KNOW I LOVELOVELOVE me some good Mexican food. Well, he told me Mexican food irritates his stomach so we vetoed that and he told me he would take me to his favorite place to eat. I was excited ya’ll!!! That lasted all of two seconds and we pulled up to the freaking Dairy Queen. Yes, the Dairy Queen. Apparently he loved their fish sandwiches. Who knew DQ served regular food?? Not me!
So, we ate and talked and it wasn’t so bad until he decided that after we ate he needed to run by a friends house to pick something up. Ok, no big deal, he said we would pick that up and then go to the movies. Well, he went in the house and left me in his truck for OVER AN HOUR!! Good thing I was sweet, innocent Ricci back then because the Ricci now would have gone into that house and dragged him out. OK?
He finally came out and I just told him to take me home. Worst. Date. Ever.
Lets move on, shall we?
After that was what I like to call “The Whole Bottle?” aka “The Official Worst Date Ever”. I was in college and my boyfriend at the time and I were supposed to go out to eat and meet his friends later that night at a bar. He worked and I was still in school. He lived about 30 minutesa way from me. Well, I got home from school that day and started getting ready. I had a bottle of wine that we were going to drink before we went out…you see where this is going right?
His “I’ll be there in 45 minutes” turned into “I am running late and we will probably have to skip dinner” turned into him showing up 2 hours later to a very drunk Ricci. I was so mad that I drank that whole bottle of wine and then cracked open another. Bad choice…
We went out that night and all I remember is falling on the dance floor (but not spilling my drink!), telling everyone I was paying for the next round of drinks (we were on his tab), and then puking in the back seat of his truck on the way home. And the next morning he found mud all over the backseat of his truck. Apparently I found a mud puddle, stepped in it, and proceeded to smear all over the back seat while I was throwing up. Klassy. With a K.
We ended things soon after that…I wonder why?
I really could go on and on but really why after that last one? It was pretty good if I do say so myself. HA!
What are your dating disasters?