Dating Tip: Don’t Puke on a First Date

I was so psyched to have met a cool, young hunk of a guy. I had been eager to meet someone to hang out with and party with; I was tired of studying and wandering the streets of my new city alone. Although I wasn’t anticipating a serious relationship with my new crush, I was hoping for a kiss.

After a couple of nights out on the town with my friend Melissa, she introduced me to her brother Will. I was so smitten with him that it took everything in me to muster the courage to ask Will out. He said yes, and so the next night we had dinner, we had dancing, and of course, we had drinking. I had a great time laughing and staring.

After dinner I learned quickly that Will had a bad case of mood swings. Everything was going great when suddenly he decided to leave the bar before we finished our drinks. I was surprised and disappointed. I was hoping to get just saucy enough to brave that first kiss.

As he drove me home he talked about all the work he had to do the next day. While he talked, I just stared and stared and stared at his hunky lips. Apparently, I was tipsier than I thought and ready to brave that kiss after all.

As my gaze grew stronger I suddenly heard the horns and saw his face grow tight. Then came the impact. Although it was just a small case of bumper cars (he rear-ended a Honda going 10 mph), Will flipped out. He was yelling that he shouldn’t be driving. He said he wasn’t drunk, but the cops would smell the alcohol and take us to jail.

At this point the Honda sped off before Will had a chance to get out of the car and look at the damage. Relieved, I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. That’s when I started to feel sick. Afraid to get out of the car, I took off my sweater, puked in it, and threw it out the window as Will drove in the other direction.

Needless to say, the cops never came, I lost my favorite sweater, and I didn’t get that goodnight kiss after all.

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