I’ve dated a fair amount since I started….. well over a decade ago. The majority of the people I’ve dated however, I’ve met through friends, or were friends with already, etc. Basically I knew their backstory. But what’s fun about dating someone you don’t know, or don’t know all that well, is the way all these stories unfold and you discover their quirks and all the little things – that, well, make the person them.
I have a feeling that this guy I’ve been dating recently is in for more than he bargained for though ….
Me to Boy I am Dating (BIAD): Oh god, I’m a clumsy hot mess of a human.
BIAD: Sure you are.
Me: No really. Last spring I was walking with my old roommate Matt, tripped on something on the sidewalk and slammed face first into a restaurant window where I scared the hell out of two people sitting at that table. Matt, instead of helping me, just ran away laughing.
BIAD: Hahaha well you tripped on something. So that’s not really your fault.
Me: Uhhh… the very next day I was with him again and walked into a metal flower box. Without tripping on anything. I just slammed head first into the thing.
BIAD: I’m sure you’re not that bad. You are exaggerating.
Me: NEVER! You just wait until I destroy your life!
BIAD: Hahah ok.
(5 minutes later and there we are playing wii Tennis….)
Me: POW! BAM! Look! I am sooooo kicking your …..
SLAM. SPLASH. CRASH.
And that’s when we realized that I backhanded a nearly full bottle red wine. All over his brand new couch. Rug. Walls. Floor. And some laundry.
Me: UGH. SEE?!?!!? I told you. My life is garbage.
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Um, I’m sorry because that sucks but also? Priceless.
Hopefully it brought a smile and hopefully it wasn’t a great bottle of wine!
Ummm….well, I do recently remember reading something (maybe from Sarah’s blog??) about taking red wine stains out using white wine??? Did you try that??
You may be able to look back at this and laugh, I know my story is no where NEAR as severe as this, but my seond date I spilled steak sauce on my shirt not once, but twice so that my now boyfriend had to take me and my wet, brown stained shirt home so that I could change before we headed out to venue number two of the night. To this day he says that is when he knew it was love! Ha!
I love that story!!!! hahahhah I’ll have to tell him I’m sorry for my sister being such a hot mess! So when are we all going out again?? Garbage life!!!
If he’s anything like you, he will learn to be there at the exact moment you need to be caught, or to move things out of the way in the nick of time :)
I think this story (or series of stories, as it were) only makes you MORE awesome. So there.