I met a guy at college a few weeks into the semester. He was a freshman and I was a sophomore. When I first met him I thought he was really cute but he had made it clear that he was not wanting to date his freshman year of college, so we became friends instead. We stayed friends for about a month until he finally kissed me. I was like a kid in a candy shop when he finally made a move. I thought maybe this meant he liked me and something could happen, but then the fear took over. Maybe it was a one-time thing and that was it. I already knew he did not want a relationship so I had no idea what to think.
I stewed for about a week on whether this was going to be something or not. Right when I was ready to give up hope and settle with just being friends he actually asked me out! I am not going to lie, it was a dream come true. I really liked this guy, if I had ever made a check list of what I wanted in a boyfriend I would have been able to check off every item.
The day of the date finally came. I went through about seven outfits trying to find the perfect one. I curled my hair and painted my nails. I was ready for our date. I was curious to see what he had planned for the evening. All he would tell me was to be ready by six. He showed up at my door a few minutes early with flowers and a giant smile. Punctual and a gentleman? It just kept getting better.
On our walk to his car he told me he apologized because the weather ruined his original plan. He was winging our date, what could go wrong with that? We went down the road to a little Italian restaurant that I liked. He ordered the chicken, and I chose the spaghetti. This part of our date went very well and was a lot of fun. I was excited for what he wanted to do next.
He decided to take me on a drive since this is something we both enjoyed. This was a great idea, except for one little detail. I get extremely car sick on mountain drives. And that is exactly where our drive took place, up in the mountains. I got so sick that I made him pull over twice because I thought I was going to throw up. Just the thought was humiliating enough. He drove us back into town and stopped in a parking lot to give me a break from driving. As I sat in the passenger’s seat with my head between my legs, he had gotten out and walked around to opened my door. He grabbed me a coat and told me we were going to go for a walk to help me feel better. I literally couldn't move, couldn't even get out of the car for fear of moving and disrupting my already angry stomach. The next thing I knew there was spaghetti everywhere. Yes, I threw up on my first date with the most perfect guy.
Well, as you can guess the date was officially over. I blew it, literally. Thankfully he liked me enough to see past the awful ending to our date. We went back to my room and spent the rest of the night watching movies while he asked me every half hour how I was feeling. Two weeks later he asked me to be his girlfriend and we have been together ever since. Our date turned into a great memory and something we can still joke about.
