The most embarrassing date of my life
Today I will tell you about the most embarrassing moment of my life. When I was a student, my peer caught my eye. A boy like a dream - handsome, funny, talented - all the girls of the year sighing at him.
After a few weeks of clumsy attempts to get his attention, the heavens took pity on me. My dreamer invited me on a date. I was so happy! We decided to meet on neutral ground and on Saturday evening we made an appointment in one of the most popular pubs in the city.
I was getting ready to leave for a few hours to make sure I looked perfect. I've even developed a list of topics that I can raise in a conversation to look out for a light person and read: D Hour zero has broken out, I've moved towards my destiny.
The date went much better than I expected. It was great. We got great contact right away. After a couple of beers, the conversation was sticky, we just couldn't talk!
Climbing to the heights of my own eloquence, I didn't even notice the moment when I overcooked a bit with alcohol. I was playing so well that I was already picking out names for our future children in my head... At about that time, the Unable Man of My Life offered shots. I was already strongly inserted, I reacted enthusiastically to this proposal and we headed towards the bar.
My companion placed an order and after a while I held a clean glass in my hand. Together we made a gibberish toast, something like "Well, to this new, promising acquaintance", I still managed to send him the most buttery of my looks and I made a toast...
And a meatball. As it's commonly said, "it didn't come in." I threw up on the bar in a split second. Of course, it all spread out into the four corners of the world, splashing me, him, dripping on the floor and behind the bar...
In the crowded pub, the silence fell as if a poppy seed had sown, and after a while, I was unanimously and greeted. My liking gave me the look that... the Basilisk himself wouldn't get upset or hissing. "Fuck you." I took out an apology, grabbed my stuff and chased a thunderous "buuu" and ran home. It was absolutely the most humiliating evening of my life. After a few years, I'm still blushing on the memory itself. Needless to say, my or her didn't call again? Well, at least it taught me how to drink alcohol in moderation.