Don’t feel bad, Sara…we’ve all done horrible things. It could be worse. You could have vomitted on purpose, but you didn’t…and he sounds like a nice guy.
Kudos to you…
And see? In the process, you achieved a new sig line.
Perhaps if you ever see him again, you should just state right off the bat that
YOU WILL NOT PUKE ON/IN FRONT OF/OR AROUND HIM THIS TIME.
And mean it. Now if you DO puke on/in front of/or around him this time, then I think it would be all over after that. I mean, lying would be tolerated. Set your goals low in this circumstance.
To quote Gin Blossoms–If you don’t expect too much from me, you might not be let down.
Watch out for those mystery drinks!
Heh, I’m finishing up my CS degree at VT, maybe I’ve met the guy.
Well I don’t have any barfo stories, I feel for ya though, that would suck.
Hug 4 N4S
The first time I met my wife (27 years ago), she was a tag-along on a ‘date’ with a girl I was interested in. The girl I was interested in wasn’t interested in me, so brought this other girl along, hoping I’d cut the date short. We met at the fair, and spent the date on the Midway. I bought the tag-along an extra-large soda and corn dog, then took them on the Tip-Top. She got so sick! Unfortunately they both took off at that point – end of date.
Several years later I met that little tag-along again, and we had been dating for months before we recognized each other as our mutual nemesis’s.
Think of it this way, he’s already seen you at your worst – and he wasn’t scared off.
Take the risk. Track him down. Laugh it off. Use it as a humourous focal point.
What have you got to lose? Very little.
What have you got to gain? Well, how nice was he again?
Call him. Get closuer(sp) It is worse to regret the things we fail to do than the things we have done. Call him. MTS
You’re my kinda guy Chef Troy.
I had an experience that was almost the mirror image of yours, Sara. I was at a aparty, drinking (more than one drink, but well within my limits) and chatting up a beautiful girl well out of my league. She seemed genuinely interested, and I was about to request the digits when I suddenly and unexpectedly earled on myself. The girl was nice and played it off at the time, and ever since has referred to me as “sick boy” and “the vomitron,” and not in an endearing way.
But that’s probably just me. I do stupid shit like that routinely.
I hate to admit it, but the word vomitron made me laugh my ass off, even though it was embarassing and humiliating at the same time.