I’ve got a hardcover copy of this book to giveaway to a random commenter. You just need to post the best bad date/bad prom night story in your memory banks. The comments will close on Sunday, April 22.
My worst date was in college. I hadn’t much dating experience. My parents were strict and my social circle was small. I was a bit overweight, quite mousy and spent most of my time with my books. By the time I got to college, I may have had a dozen dates under my belt. I fully intended to throw myself head first into the dating pool which we all know is very dangerous.
It was early fall and I owned a pair of white jeans. Yep, white. We all now know where this is going, right? I had a spill. I went to the bathroom and tried to scrub said spill out only when you add water to spills and then adding scrubbing, it only ends in a larger, MUCH larger stain. Luckily I had a cardigan which I proceeded to wrap around my waist. I returned to my seat, proclaimed that I wasn’t feeling well and made the boy take me home. I was too humiliated to ever see him again.
I have never wore white pants since.