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My band and the first date
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Okay...so this evening I had a sorta kinda date......
Quick background...I was with the same guy for seven years and we parted ways two years ago. So it's been ~9 years since I had to "think" about dating. I'm a little...shall we say....rusty.
Needless to say, I was INCREDIBLY nervous. I also had a sh*tty day at work...I mean a REALLY stressed out sh*tty day. So I was a bit spun up by the time the evening rolled around.
So......since we were meeting for drinks, I wanted to be sure I ate something because since being banded, it takes only a little drink to make me VERY drunk. But having food in the belly helps. I had a Protein bar around 4 but we met at 6. So I was hungry again.
So we got some chicken wings. I have had good luck with the wings at this very place. I mean, fine in the past. Perfect bandster food.
Not tonight. Yes, you guessed it. Katrinka (my band) began to act up. I got STUCK. : cry :
So I was able to nonchalantly go to the restroom and had a quick PB. So I went back to the table. I thought I was "all clear" so I tried a bit more chicken. By this time he's noticing that I wanted food but am not eating...or drinking.
I eat a bit more chicken. And I get STUCK. Big stuck. Not sorta. Not a little. Big stuck. Katy bar the door stuck. STUUUUUCK.
So I'm sitting there in SO much pain...trying to just get through but it's getting worse and worse.....I'm trying to listen to what he's saying while NOT barfing at the table.
I'm fidgeting. There is no comfortable way to sit. I am in AGONY. That little bit o' chicken is now a GOLF BALL. Ow.
He finally asks "are you okay?" I had to admit I wasn't. I said "I'm having terrible reflux" and he said he understood.
I got up and ran to the bathroom again. PB'd BAAAAAAD. Oy. Eyes watering, the whole nine yards.
So I get back to the table, sheepish and just said something like "oh I had to go burp" or something like that. He laughed and I felt MUCH better at least about the stuck but felt like SUCH an idiot about the whole sequence of events.
I seemed to do okay recovering from that. But ay god!! I have these big plans in my head for being *cool* and all cavalier. Uh..no. First date out of the chute and I'm in the bathroom barfing up chicken wings.
:sob:
And of course I like the guy....so OF COURSE Katrinka gets wacky. First impressions are everything right? His first impression is me doing a five yard dash to the bathroom.......why me god? WHY?
: cry :
Anyhow, at the end of the night he did suggest we "do this again" so maybe that is a good sign. Maybe I'm not out of the running. Or maybe he was just being nice.
If we do go out again I'm TOTALLY eating before hand.....I just can't do that again.
Great. Just great. I want to be pretty, alluring, mysterious, desirable. What I am is pukey.....eye watery.....chicken in the esophagus.
Great. Just dandy.
Ya'll say something nice to help me feel better. I'm beating myself up pretty good.......