Misadventures in Dating - Part 3

I seem to always be that girl who has something in her teeth or spills something on her shirt in public. I suppose it's just part of my charm.  So, my next story isn't about the boy that I am out to dinner with, rather, it's about me. Unfortunately.

I was at dinner, sitting across the table from a very handsome boy. I had a cold, so the entire time I was sniffling, and I'm sure I was talking way too much. I was in the middle of what was probably a very exciting story of something that had happened that day, most likely involving glitter, when he stopped me. "Di" (he calls me Di, I think that's sweet) "Di, you have something in your nose." He handed me a napkin.

What!? OH NO, what do I do! This is embarassing. Should I just leave? Walk away? Can I recover from something so mortifying?! (As you can tell, my inner monologues are terribly dramatic.)

But, of course, I play it cool. Okay, who am I kidding? I had a booger in my nose. There was absolutely no way to play it cool. The only thing that made me feel a little less embarrassed was the fact that he was in school to become a Physician's Assistant at the time so he was used to seeing boogers in people's noses. So, we laughed about it for a little while, and then went back to dinner as usual. And that was the last time I went out with a boy when I had a cold. I also cancel dates if I sneeze at least once the week before. Okay maybe not, but a gal can never be too careful about such things.

Misadventures in Dating - Part 2

It was the day before Junior Senior banquet in college and my date (for said banquet) myself, my friend who introduced the two of us and her boyfriend all went out to dinner. We went to one of my favorites in Nashville, San Antonio Taco Company. It was a gorgeous day on the patio and we were all having a great time, just laughing and eating and enjoying the sunshine when suddenly, I saw something roll across the table and onto the patio next to my chair. As I went to pick it up I realized, IT was TEETH. Yes, that's right, TEETH. Now, the first thought that crossed my mind was that a really mean bird had snagged some dentures from a senior citizen or something. Then I looked up at my date and realized that something was definitely missing from his smile. 10,000 thoughts rushed through my head in .2 seconds. OMG his two front teeth fell out. Someone call an ambulance!  Are any dentists open on Friday night? Will it be easier to just find a new date for the banquet? Quick! Where's the nearest toy vampire teeth vending machine! I snapped out of it just in time to hear the story about the time he was playing basketball and his two front teeth were knocked out. So, the teeth laying on the ground were the implants that fell out. This poor guy, I felt so terrible for him. But where there's a will, there's a way and this problem was nothing that a trip to walgreens and some gorilla glue couldn't fix. And sure enough, the next day he picked me up for the banquet looking handsome as ever with a great smile to boot. Has your date's teeth ever fallen out?

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Misadventures in Dating - Part 1

Dating isn't easy. Especially if no one asks you out. But then, what if your friend sets you up on a blind date? Thus begins the brutal process of agonizing over what to wear and what to talk about and gasp what if he hates horses? Of course I don't do that but I'm sure that some gals do. So let's just say, hypothetically speaking, this is how the date goes... Maybe he picks you up in a really nice car and you sigh in relief because there's always a chance that he could show up in a creepy white van that you saw on Unsolved Mysteries. What if you get to the restaurant and he realizes he forgot his wallet? Seeing that he's mortified, you say, no big deal dude, I got this. And then dinner is wonderful and you really enjoy the conversation and the food and the company, he even takes you to frozen yogurt for dessert, you pay of course. But all that said, it was a terrific date and he walks you to the door and says goodbye. You are absolutely sure he'll call to make plans to go out again (only next time, he'll pay). But instead, several days pass and he doesn't call. But what if one day, hypothetically of course, you come home from work, and there's a letter on the counter addressed to you? You open it, not recognizing the handwriting, only to find a check inside for the amount that you spent on dinner and fro yo. And that's the last you ever hear from him.

Okay so maybe that's a true story. And maybe that happened to me. And that's what I call a good date.

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