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The Worst, Best Date Ever
I would like to say that it was the worst day of my life, but unfortunately, I set myself up for some pretty stupid things. I went to a fundraiser last weekend because this guy from work, that I have had a crush on forever, offered me an extra ticket. I had no idea what it was all about because all the time he was explaining it to me, all I could do is watch those luscious lips move and think about kissing them.
If I had been listening instead of daydreaming, I wouldn’t have missed out on the fact that he was telling me it was a high brass quintets concert. It isn’t exactly as if I would have said “no”, if I did hear him, but I would have been better prepared.
Thinking that we were going to a concert, because that was the only part I heard, I went to this trendy store next to my apartment and got a short skirt outfit that I thought would totally rock. Shorter than what I am used to, I thought that I would really try to impress him.
The night of the breast cancer fundraiser I really decided to step it up a bit and put the on my three-inch stiletto heels, teased my hair like I was back in the eighties, complete with waterfall bangs, and applied makeup heavily to my face. Not really a girlie-girl, I did the best I could to look like the models that I see all over the internet. When I looked in the mirror, I realized that I might have been trying a bit too hard, but I only had five minutes until he was at my door.
No time to throw on something more “me”, I heard the doorbell and signaled to him through the window that I would be right down. When I got to his car, I thought I was going to have an anxiety attack. I was all dressed up in a slutty outfit, and there he was, my dream man, in a suit and tie like we were going to a grand ball. I couldn’t imagine what type of concert we were going to but figured he must just be into dressing up.
Giving me a strange look, I didn’t know if I should run back to my apartment and hide inside or just hop in and see where the night would take us. As we began driving, he started talking about how the concert would only last a while and then we could go and grab dinner. I kept looking from my outfit to his and knew that I had made a terrible mistake. I wasn’t sure if I should tell him to turn around or just accept the fact that I was going to appear stupid either way.
As we neared the corner where he said the concert was at I realized that everyone parking was dressed in an evening gown and suit and tie. I wanted to die. And then he said the thing that made my stomach sink “Oh, my mom and dad are going to meet us here”. That was the final straw I had to come clean.
I finally confessed that I hadn’t heard a word that he said and questioned him about who we were seeing in concert. When he told me that it was an upscale high brass quintet, I again examined what I was wearing. Not only could I not walk into the concert venue wearing what I was, if I had any hopes of ever having another date with him, there was no way that his parents could meet me looking like this.
Putting my pride on the line…
I had to finally admit to him that I had a major crush on him and wasn’t paying attention to the details of the evening because I couldn’t get past watching his nice lips making words. Looking down while trying to salvage any sense of self-esteem I had left, I began to hear him laugh.
He grabbed my hand and told me that he wasn’t into quintets anyway and suggested that we head to his apartment, change, and go somewhere more appropriate. “This isn’t really me, or the way that I dress,” I told him. “I know,” was all that he could say. I am proud to say that six months later we are engaged, and that story will be one that hopefully someday our children will enjoy. Below are some posts of more intriguing stories about this exact topic of high brass quintets.
