We all have had those times where we do something embarrassing (and we have many more to look forward to in our lives, sadly). We either trip down the stairs, tuck our dress into our underwear, or drink a bit too much wine and confess things we shouldn’t. Done all three… go me!
In that moment you’re pretty sure your life is ruined.
Want to take a walk down memory lane with me to my second date with the boyfriend? Let me set the scene for you…
It’s a Monday night and I’m going on a second date with this guy (the guy is now the boyfriend, the main character of most of my posts nowadays). Our first date was out for sushi, the second date was wine and a movie at his house (at HIS house of course so I could bail if it was awkward, plus you don’t want a rando guy knowing where you live… I digress).
I walk into his house and as he begins to pour us wine, I begin to explore. I’m nosey (I admit it), but I’m also searching for anything that may spark a conversation. Let’s be serious, those first few date conversations are a lot like “tell me about what you do”, “do you see your family a lot”, and so on. I really wanted to lose the awkwardness.
That’s when I saw a workout elastic band in the corner of the room. One of those ones you put under your feet and pull up on to work out your arms (like this one). I thought to myself, “Great! I can chat about working out, and while I do that, why don’t I play with the stretchy rubber band thing! Great ideas, Amanda”
So there I am, all dressed up in “something I just threw on” with hair that took an hour to do, looping this elastic strap under my foot and pulling up to work out my biceps as we talked about gyms we belonged to. This was all going great until the band slipped off my foot and came flying up and snapped me in the face. Literally, snapped… I screamed.
The pain hurt, but the embarrassment hurt more. There was no way I could hide what happened. He threw down the wine he was pouring and ran to my rescue. At that time, my eyes were watering and I was having a beautiful welt appear in a long line across my whole face.
Needless to say, I sat down on the couch and didn’t touch that thing again for the rest of the night (actually to this day I have still haven’t touched it again, bad memories). After the welt went way, and my embarrassed blush had subsided as well, the ice had been broken and we were chatting like old friends.
So what was the point of this story you may ask? We all do stupid things. We all have embarrassing stories, but sometimes they can help break the ice. I’m not suggesting you go out of your way to do these things (and I strongly discourage ever snapping yourself in the face with that horrible rubber band thing), but if something embarrassing does happen you just have to laugh it off.
Embarrassment is part of life, we’ve all been there.
Hey, it’s been a year and a half since I snapped myself in the face with that rubber band and the boyfriend is still putting up with me :) Life is hard sometimes, just laugh, smile, and move on!
Since I shared mine, you have to share yours! Any embarrassing first date stories?