- 6 years ago
I was out the other night with SO and some friends when (to my horror) the subject turned to our second date.
We had an amazing first date and he called me right away to schedule a second. This time he went all out. First a romantic restaurant on the beach. Then he walked me to a spot that overlooked the ocean and said “wait look at that” I looked and was confused by some lights at first and then I realized lanterns were being released into the night sky. So beautiful. I had never seen that done in real life. He didn’t know that was going to happen but it still gave him date points. J That’s where we had our first real kiss. After our walk he said he wasn’t ready for the night to be over. I wasn’t either so we stopped at a nice bar for a drink. We should have stopped while we were ahead.
I’m not a big drinker and I told SO I wasn’t sure what to get but I wanted something sweet. The less it tasted of alcohol the better. He saw a lady with a Apple Martini and said those were very sweet. Me not thinking this through or knowing that even though it’s an “apple” martini the thing is still a cup of vodka. Sweet sugary vodka that tastes like candy. It never occurred to me how much alcohol I was drinking. I should probably mention that this was my first drink in almost a year. I’m 5 2”/ 120lbs, I had 3 Martini’s in less than 1 hour. FACE PALM!!!
So everything is going lovely, we were having a blast. Then I start feeling a little… off. Hmmm I thought “I have to go to the bathroom so maybe the walk will help.” Nope! I stood up and the room started spinning. I managed to keep it together in front of SO but when I got closer to the rest room I was using the walls to help me stand. I finished up in the bathroom, pulled myself together as best I could, and told SO I wasn’t feeling so great anymore and I needed to go home. He ended up having to help me walk to the car. I had him pull over 3 times on the drive home so I could throw up. One of those times I managed to throw up in and out of his car at the same time! We get to my place and he has to carry me. He carries me into the bathroom and proceeds to hold my hair back for the next 3-4 hours while I make the most ungodly sounds ever, and let a few farts slip. That’s right, I farted in front of him on our second date while he was standing behind me holding my hair! The Horror! I might as well have been auditioning for the Exorcist. I remember thinking if a person can really die from embarrassment it would happen any second and put me out of my misery. I welcomed it. I was yelling things like “Oh God Kill Me Now!” between dry heaves. You get the idea, it was ugly!!
Well the next day I wake up to SO on the couch. Apparently I had begged him not to leave me alone! Can I crawl into a hole now??? He had put me in my bed (fully clothed) and had put water and a trash can next to me. He heard me and immediately asked how I was doing. I told him I would love to disappear under a rock and forget about the night before. I apologized and thanked him for his help. I remember telling him he could leave and despite the humiliating drunken throw up and farts I had a good time on our date. Face Palm x1000!!!
He left and I sort of brushed my hands off and said “That takes care of that.” I never expected to see or hear from him again. To my complete surprise he called me the same day with date ideas for the next 2 weekends. He promised me neither would involve alcohol. I was very confused. I asked him what on earth made him want to go out with me again and why 2 weekends??? He said he had such a fantastic time on our first date that he hadn’t been able to get me out of his head. He felt partially responsible for how drunk I got because he was buying the drinks and he never thought about how much alcohol I was drinking. Most importantly… He liked me a lot and figured if he booked the next couple weekends we could turn the previous night into a distant memory. At this point I was contemplating turning him down just so I could try to block out the humiliating memory all together. He sensed that was the problem and told me he didn’t think of me any differently. He asked me if I could please give us a chance to make it right. I agreed and we have been together since.
When this came up over the weekend I was shocked to find that my embarrassment has dwindled. Now instead of wanting to hide I crack up with SO. We got the fart embarrassment out of the way early on. LOL He also saw me at my absolute worse in the looks department. After that I never worried about makeup. This guy saw me with mascara running down my face while projectile vomiting. Don’t think I can look that bad if I tried on a normal day.
Spill ladies! What are your stories? Did any of your SO,Fiance or DH’s overlook some bad behavior on your part? Did you have to overlook something he/she did in the beginning?