I think that in honor of Adam's recent post and Graham's recent mystery story (that is is so cruelly keeping from everyone - well, at least from me) that I will open this blog to the most embarrassing stories we all have in regards to encounters with the opposite sex. Being the types of people who sit around and blog all the time, we all have to admit to some loser-ish qualities so I'm sure we've all got some fabulously awful stories. Let's see who has the best. Maybe we can even vote on them in the end. I'll even get the ball rolling!
The very first time I went to my ex-boyfriend's house in Garland to meet his parents (a relatively big deal, as we all know) we all ate dinner together. I was pretty nervous, wanting to make a good impression, but not wanting to try too hard and all that good stuff. Apparently, my digestive system felt like the best course of action to take that evening was to cause me to choke. On my cornbread. Which, as we all know, is very choke-able, because it's so dry. I must have done that whole cough-then-try-to-talk-too-soon-and-no-sound-comes-out-and-you-go-into-another-coughing-fit thing about five times. No lie. Then, when they were all asking me if I was ok for the millionth time, after the millionth coughing fit and millionth glass of water, I cooly replied "Oh yeah, I'm fine, that happens all the time to me". Cool, Elise. How does that salvage anything, telling your boyfriend's parents that you have chronic swallowing deficiencies? Anyway, it was not the dinner experience I had been hoping for, to say the least. Now, let me hear what has happened to YOU.
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