Worst Date Ever!!!

Alright, it's kind of old news.. I mean it happened back in October or something. Anyways, I'm relatively certain it tops any other worst dates I've heard of, ha ha. Lets start off with how this guy looked.. This guy was a total babe. I mean, seriously the sexiest guy I have ever seen in those pants that hang below their toosh. He was ripped, sooo much muscle but not enough for it to look weird and gross. He had gorgeous light blue eyes that I could see my reflection in. His smile was so alluring, I loved it. He had short blond hair, but on this date it was sometime around Halloween and he had dyed half his head black.. ha ha. It looked hilarious, but whatever. He was still adorable. His personality was always upbeat and silly. It was always fun to be around him, ha ha. Oh and he had such an amazing tan, it was so even and golden. A real tan, ha ha.

Now it's time for the background info on this sweetie. I met him through a friend of mine. Her boyfriend was his best friend, and the guy had been single for a while. He had gotten out of a bad relationship and was trying to get over it, you know? And what better cure than to go out and date other people? Shallow, but effective. I had been single for a few months and figured what the hell, it'd be fun. I had met him once before and he seemed really cocky and lame, but we exchanged numbers and started to get to know each other. About a month later [it's now October] and we decide to go on a double date. My friend, her boyfriend, the guy, and myself. We were going to find a haunted house and be all cliche, right? Well the first day kind of failed because we couldn't find a haunted house, but the second time was better because we knew exactly where we were going.

My friend and her boyfriend picked me up from work around seven or eight and then we headed off to go pick up the guy. I had a little head ache, as usual, and was feeling sickly. This was a total norm for me because the smell of raw pizza stuff always made me start to feel sick and stuff, I'm not sure why but that's just the way that it went. Anywho, so we go and we pick up the babe. We're heading to the place when I start feeling dizzy and what not, so I roll down the window and let the rain smack me in the face and what not, hoping the fresh air and water will make me feel a bit better. I start to feel my stomach churn so I ask if we can pull over. We begin to pull over to the side of the high way [yeah, the high way, in the middle of the night, wow] and before we're even all the way over, I begin to hurl. I covered my mouth before it actually came out, but it was really intense and got on the door a little bit. I had opened the door so that I wouldn't make a bigger mess than I had. There was a nice four foot line of my nifty vomit on the high way. It got in my hair. It got on the car. It got on my clothes. I was dying of embarrassment so I jumped out and finished my moment in the grass. Afterwords I went and sat in the ditch, hoping the pouring down rain would wash most of the yucky stuff off my face. Everyone in the car was panicking, thinking I was going to die ha ha. It was kind of humorous.

After about fifteen minutes I get back in the car, and everyone was asking if I was alright and if I wanted to keep going or if I rather go back home. I decided to go back home because I was still feeling sick. About half way back, my date turns to me and asks if I would like to take a quick shower at his place, and being disgusted at my situation I said sure. I was supposed to stay the night at someone's house anyways so I had some extra clothes with me. We get back to his place and I take a much needed shower. Then the feeling of puking comes flying back.. I run from the kitchen [I had gotten some water after the shower to wash the taste out of my mouth] to the bathroom that I had taken the shower in. I lean over the toilet and start hurling, the door still open. My date's cousin [who was a bit older] walks past the door, then walks back and stands in the door way. He asked me if I was going to puke.. I nodded my head. Then he asked if I had already puked in the toilet, and again I nodded my head. After this nod he laughs a little and informs me that the toilet I had just soiled with junks of apple isn't hooked up. How was I supposed to know this?! I took as shower in there, and the sink in there worked, anyone would have assumed that it was hooked up. Although I probably should have noticed that there wasn't any water in the bowl... But when you're on the verge of covering yourself with vomit again, are you really going to sit down and make sure the toilet works?!

Anyways.. That was my worst date. My friend took me home after that and I felt like I was going to die. It was horrific. It was hilarious. It will hopefully never happen again. :]