Oh my goodness, did I just have the worst night of my life! I went to College Park for a party, which is about a 35 minute drive from my house. Several friends came with me, and we met up with a friend from high school. I had food from Edo Japan for dinner…
So we arrive at the party and I drink ONE glass of mystery punch, and did one mystery shot (I think it had milk in it). I’m having fun, meeting people, but I decide to go downstairs and have a cigarette because I was feeling a little woooooooozy.
Well, as soon as I arrived at the party I noticed this one guy - he was so attractive, well-dressed and sociable that I assumed he had a girlfriend, and I decided he was out of my league anyway (just too attractive!) So I am smoking and he comes down and starts chatting with me. Ben is a veterinary (sp?) student at Virginia Tech. He grew up in the town where I went to school for a year. We know the same people! We hit it off! I am stunned beyond belief. I am thinking this guy is just too unbelievable…
And then I puke all over myself!
Yup, it just came out of the blue! Suddenly I had vomit on my coat and shoes. Then I proceeded to puke my guts out.
Oh, the humiliation. The pain.
Ben was nice and got me some water, he rubbed my back, helped me back to the party. But I happen to think I may have killed any mood we were creating, because I upchucked everywhere!
I saw him later as I was leaving. He gave me a hug and did the sweet back pat/tummy rub hug thing, but still…I didn’t even have that much to drink, and I can usually handle my alcohol.
I know I will never see him again, but my embarrassment level now, 10 hours later, is still extremely high. I keep smacking myself on the forehead and saying, “I can’t believe I did that!”
You must feel bad atm, but don’t be too hard on yourself. You never know what he’s thinking - don’t jump to conclusions. The fact he took an interest both before and after was nice and should be viewed as positive. You obviously grabbed his attention.
The fact you held it with a forgettable action isn’t great but it could have been worse.
He seems nice from the way you described him and his actions paint him as sincere (or very cunning).
Focus on the positive: a cute, great guy took an interest in you (no matter how brief). Good thoughts.
Hehehehe! Sorry to laugh at your misfortune, but you have a talent for understatement!
Still, I’m sorry to hear that a romantic moment got sidetracked in such a manner.
For what it’s worth, it’s not necessarily the end of the game. If it really seemed like you two were clicking before your moment of gastric distress, and if you know how to get in contact with him, then I would wait a day or two and then call him up. Apologize for any embarrassment you might have caused him, blame it on undercooked food at the Japanese restaurant you dined at earlier, and ask him if you can take him out to dinner so that you can talk a bit more about friends in common, and so that you can prove to him that you can keep down your food on most days. (Need it be said?–Don’t eat oriental food with him if you get another date.)
If you decide to call him, don’t get your hopes up too much. It’s forgivable if he doesn’t want to go out with you after that. After all, you both barely know each other. Still, a truly disastrous experience like that can sometimes work to your advantage. It gives you a good excuse to get back to him (if only to apologize), and if you rise to the occasion and show that you can get past it and joke about it, he may be quite impressed.
On a first date with one of my old girlfriends we took her car to drive to a new location, and she let me drive. I promptly scraped the hell out of her car in a minor traffic accident along the way. It was a mood-killer and that was the end of the date. But I insisted on showing up the next day and taking care of all the repair details for her, and she was so impressed that we ended up going out some more and I eventually moved in with her for a time.
So I would definitely suggest that you call the guy and insist pretty strongly on a date of some sort so that you can both get past the first bad impression. Don’t get your hopes up too high–the guy has a right to refuse. But I don’t think you have anything to lose at this point, and if you handle it well, you might very well be pleasantly surprised with the results.
(By the way, back in my tobacco-chewing days I used to use old coffee cans as spittoons around my house. I once accidentally spilled a coffee can that was more than half full of old tobacco spit on a new girlfriend as she lay naked in my bed. Believe it or not, we got past it okay. But even I was a little amazed that our relationship survived that particular experience. Thank goodness we both had a healthy sense of humor!)
Well, it could be worse - you could have hurled on him.
First date story (not mine) - guy takes woman flying in a small plane. Guy doesn’t know woman has motion-sickness issues. Does a few easy banks. Woman throws up all over.
My parents are still together after having 5 children and over 50 years of marriage.
Back when I was just about to graduate from high school (no, not during the Civil War) I was dating a girl named Valerie Patricia Valenti :::sigh::: who had the most beautiful black long hair you have ever seen. (Not that that figures into the story, but just to mention.) Most of our “dates” were just meeting at the church that we went to, but when I first met her I managed to get a bad crush on her. Imagine my surprise when I found out that she kind of felt the same way about me.
Back then, every winter our church took a trip up to Jaffrey, NH for a weekend at Monadnock Bible Conference. Both of us went and that’s when I found out (mostly, I think at the egging on of her sister) that she felt the way she did. It was a wonderful weekend: a lot of sitting together, hand-holding, one night sitting by the fireplace, very romantic for what passes for late 70’s Christian romance.
I had ridden up with another carful of kids and it was suggested when we were about to leave that maybe I’d like to ride home with her. Arrangements were made, cars were switched, we were able to ride home for the three hour trip together.
Um … did I mention that at that time in my life I was apt to get carsick on long trips?
Yep … about halfway home … BLARF! … all over the floor of the backseat. We’d had spaghetti for lunch as well. What a mess. I think I missed her lap but managed to get her legs and shoes. We pulled over to a gas station and got everything cleaned up and I think we made it back home without any further incident.
I don’t remember many details of my life at that time, but IIRC, the romance kinda died after that.
I’m sorry- I don’t want to sound like a mom or anything but this truely alarmed me:
Please be careful at parties regarding what you drink. Anything with the word “mystery” should be avoided. Open your own bottles or cans whenever possible. Someone could have slipped a drug into either the shot or the punch and assaulted you if/when you passed out. Just be careful out there, hon. No one wants to see you get hurt.
Oh, and sorry you puked on yourself. Could have been worse! You could have puked on him! Call him up and tell him you had a stomach flu and feel terrible- can you take him out for coffee to make up for it?
Sara, you fail to appreciate the tenacity of a man in pursuit of an attractive woman. It takes much more than a little vomit to turn us away. You could shoot a man in the stomach and as they’re lifting him into the ambulance he’ll be saying “Listen, I’ve got to go to the emergency room right now but give me your number so I can call you next week.”
Well, I still can’t believe I did that…Just when a smart, sexy man with a future is attracted to me, I vomit. I mean, if that isn’t proof that life is a comedy, not a drama, I don’t know what it.
dpr - I keep telling myself that: At least he was interested before I lost my lunch.
JTR - that tobacco thing was nasty! The problem is, I was too embarrassed afterward to get his number. Plus I noticed him flirting with this girl and later I saw him leave with her, so…He was with her when I said goodbye too, so I definitely lost my chance. However, I know he was there with a friend who is the sister of the host, so there is a slight possibility I could hunt him down…I don’t know if it’s worth it though.
Eutychus - that is the sweetest thing I ever read. Can I give you a hug? {{{{{{Eutychus}}}}}}
Little Nemo:
ROTFLMAO!! That is fucking hilarious! I would use that as my sig line if it weren’t so long!
Swiddles - If I do find him I will totally use that line, with your royal permission of course.
Thanks to everyone else. I am feeling better.
To clarify - I was in mid-sentence, I leaned over and puked all over myself, then tried to pick up where I left off. Then I said something along the lines of, “Oh, I think I puked on myself.”
I have to go now to drop my coat off at the dry-cleaner’s.
Another “all is not lost” story: My best friend was out with her new boyfriend, New Year’s Eve, got too drunk, puked all over the place. That was 8 years ago, and they are now married. So puking is not necessarily a deal-breaker. I second the suggestions to get in touch with him–at least that way you’ll be sure whether he’s still interested or not. Look at it this way: can you possibly be more embarrassed than you are right now?
I’ve been semi-pursuing a friend of mine for about two and a half weeks now . . . I had thought there was something there. Today I get an email from her to the effect of “I really, really just want to be friends. get that through your skull. also, you need counseling.”
All last week and part of this week I kept saying to myself “something bad is going to happen. I never get this lucky.” The streak is still alive.
Glad to hear you can laugh about it already, Nacho4Sara. Just to add to the growing mountain of “I threw up on X” stories…
The first time I ever cooked a meal for my (now) wife, I made gazpacho, using my sister’s recipe. Everything seemed fine; I had two or three bowls of it. Cut immediately to a snogging session on the couch.
All of a sudden I felt incredibly sick. I sat bolt upright. “I’m going to be sick,” I said helpfully. I jumped up to run to the bathroom–but at the same time my girlfriend jumped up to get out of the way. Collision, barf. I managed to vomit on myself, the floor, my girlfriend, a wall, and some of her books.
There I was sitting there thinking, this is it, the relationship has to be over. And then–my girlfriend started laughing about the absurdity of the situation.
Kinda the opposite story–my freshman year of college, this guy I had a thing for drank way too much, and threw up all over me. I was in love with him for the entire year, despite the vomit.
