Sunday, November 8, 2009


So I mentioned yesterday that I had some doosy moments when I was younger and still dating. You know, waaaaay before Headless Dad was in the picture.

After I transferred to my second university I had met a guy that I thought was pretty cute. He flirted with me in class. I flirted back. Dude was hot. Tall, dark hair, built, great sense of humor. Former kicker for a SEC football team. We had an economics class together and formed a study group for before tests. After our midterm my sorority had a formal coming up and I decided to ask him to our dance.

So I finally get up the nerve to ask him out, and he shoots me down with "Oh, didn't I mention? I've got a girlfriend." Um, NO, I think I would have remembered that. Turns out that they had been dating for over 2 years and he had transferred to my school to be with her. Yeah, now THAT was a shining, foot-in-mouth moment.

But it doesn't end there. Oh no.

Because he and I were in the same department, we ended up in many of the same classes, would pass each other in the halls, and remained friendly. It must have been a year or two later that we ran into each other again and finally talked. Turns out his girlfriend had slept with his best friend and dumped him. He was only on campus a couple of days a week because he was student teaching in Denver, and would I like to go out with him sometime?

The next week I went down to Denver to meet him at the old Tabor Center at a bar to have drinks. We sat down, laughing and talking, and ordered our beers. (Important: you know the kind of beer: microbrew, big, expensive, even pre 1990.) So we're sitting at a little bar table and the waitress brings our drinks. Me, being the talk-with-my-hands type, was over-telling a story and proceeded to spill that expensive beer all over my dates sweater. (Hand knit by his dead mother. He had to remind me.) And not only that, but in trying to keep it from going all over him, I swiped it off of the table.....

All over the couple at the table next to us.

Yep. Just call me Grace.

This awkward story does have a happy ending, though. After our date I had gone to my parent's house to do laundry and by the time I got back to the sorority house the next day I had a delivery waiting for me.

Flowers with a note. "You can spill beer on me anytime."

Headless Mom


Anonymous said...

theres a website called a bad case of the dates-you should contribute this to their stories

<3 headless girl :]

Just Breathe said...

That's a good one, way to go!

Mommy, I'm Home said...

At least he wasn't a jerk about it.

becca said...

Ha! love it! So something I would do but i would probably over apologize and over apologize and become so annoying about it that he'd NEVER want to see me again! Very cute story...

texasholly said...

Love that he was so sweet (and hot). Hot always helps. Cute story!