Monday, May 30, 2011
(from before we started dating but close enough! God I loved those feather earrings...)
As my husband mentioned today in his facebook status, today is the 6th anniversary of our most awkward date ever: our second date. Before getting together, I knew Ryan from the record store he worked at and through mutual friends. We also hung out, fairly irregularly but we got together when we could. I was in college, he was working full time. I was always excited to hear from him and to go out and by go out it meant either for coffee or concerts. In the days leading up to our first date (in retrospect I don't think I knew it was a date?), we were hanging out more than usual and I confessed to my best friend that I really liked this guy. It felt weird to say outloud. Good but weird (especially since I think she responded 'duh!' or something to that affect. I probably was talking about him more than I thought). One night we drove down to the waterfront and he kissed me (best part: right before it happened I was blabbing about Andrew Lloyd Webber and I think he kissed me because he wanted me to stop. Also because he liked me but still, how smooth am I? So thanks for the hook up ALW. I owe you one). The next day, I remember locking myself in my parents' bathroom and calling my best friend (I lived at my parents in between college and my apartment with Ryan). Our next date, Memorial Day, was spent walking around, going to Dunkin' Donuts and not knowing what to talk about. I think at one point we talked about tattoos. It was awful. I went home panicked it was over.
And that was the last time I ever saw him.
Ha ha. I kid, I kid.
But yikes, I get embarrassed now just thinking of how awkward it was. Did you guys ever have a bad date like this?