Lonely single girl without a date on this day of love? Nope.
Bad timing for a brake-up? Wrong again.
Actually, I would have preferred either of these options to the one I found myself in earlier this evening.
Sunday evening I got a rather welcome unexpected call from a handsome gentleman asking me out on a Valentine's date! I was elated at the idea of making pizzas and playing games at his apartment with him and his brother (accompanied with his date). Until that phone conversation I had been expecting a satisfactory Valentine's with my best girls Patch, Slick, and Guru. Now, I had a more romantic experience ahead of me.
Monday came, I went to school looking terribly grungy (sweats, hat, ponytail, sweatshirt- in order to feel more pretty later on), did some homework, made some friendly valentines, then began to glamorize and beautify. I had planned what I was going to wear, how to do my make-up; everything from the hairs on my head to the nails on my fingers was going to be PeRfEcT!
It was during the valentine crafting that I first noticed the oncoming cramps. As I straightened my hair I began to feel lightheaded. I was seeing stars while putting on my make-up sitting in a chair... pretty good signs that something's not right, but I brushed them off in denial because I had a hott date. Finally, my mom came into the bathroom to find me hovered over the toilet bowl and asked, "Do you think you should call and tell him? He's probably about ready to come pick you up." I had been earnestly willing myself to feel better. Hoping this was just a temporary discomfort, I had to face that, unfortunately, it was getting worse before it was getting better. I whispered, "Yes, would you call him? I can't." I didn't feel like talking, especially to tell him I couldn't go because I was sick. She called at 6:22 to give him the news; our date was for 6:40. There was no chance of feeling social and outgoing in eighteen minutes haha. So there I was- pathetic- listening to my mom turn down my awesome date (embarrassing), leaning over the toilet bowl dry heaving... happy valentine's day.
It's pretty much all downhill from here. I threw up about ten minutes after my mom talked to him. She told me he said to feel better. I uselessly tried to get remotely comfortable on the couch. Felt like throwing up again, but just cried silently. About an hour and a half later I started feeling better and thought about calling him, but who would want to be with someone who'd just thrown up? I decided against that. My family and I ended up watching Dan In Real Life. I texted him a while later and apologized. He said it was no problem and he hopes I feel better. I wish I would've been more miserably sick the whole night, so I could be less miserable thinking that I was feeling much better and could be having a wonderful evening if the date would've been an hour later. Well, life happens; expect to be surprised!
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