Drinking Delight

Being 19 and living 1,000 miles from my parents and my friends, I tried to make friends with everybody I could to feel a little more at home. I had met this one guy, working in the same store as me, who was in the same boat. He was 21, a student in college, and just as far from home as I was. He was definitely not my type – kind of awkward, only interested in college sports, and really, really naive. So one day when we were working and I had jokingly said that we should go on a date, I didn’t expect him to actually take me up on it. But he did.

I picked him up from his apartment (he didn’t have a car – which was fine, he was only temporarily living in the state and was about to move back home) and realized that we’re not going to be on time for our dinner reservations. To make matters worse, I got pulled over on the way to dinner for speeding and got a ticket. This probably should have been my first sign that the night was not going to end well.

We arrived at the restaurant and order our meal. Now, to give him credit, this was a really amazing meal. It was a pretty expensive one at $80 for two people. He was a very nice guy, and I was having a good time. He then decided to order a margarita with his dinner. This was a Mexican restaurant, so what’s the harm, right? Big wrong. My date chugged the whole margarita (but not before offering me some of it, which may have been a gentleman-like move except I was underage and did not want to get caught drinking), we ate, he paid (refusing my offer to pay for my portion) and we left. After dinner, we talked, walked around a little bit, shared stories. It was turning out to be a great date. Until, I looked over and saw his face.

“I don’t feel so good…” he said.

Before I could ask him what was wrong, my date proceeded to throw up all over himself, the flowers, the trash can, and then all over the mens’ bathroom. Now, I knew he was a lightweight but one margarita? Really? After he finished, I took him home (still covered in his own vomit) to change his clothes. Afterwards, we both ended up at the same party where he bragged about “how much he could drink” throughout the night. All I could do was roll my eyes and let him believe his own stories. It probably made him feel better for throwing up all over himself during a date.

Soon afterwards, we both moved home and went our separate ways. I still consider him a friend and a very nice guy. However, there definitely was no second date.

February 10th, 2010 in Drunk and Disorderly, Young Love

Comments (19)

Just a guyFebruary 10th, 2010 at 8:33 am

You know, it could have been food poisoning.

EmFebruary 10th, 2010 at 8:51 am

…could have been, or could have been something in the drink didn’t agree with him. Regardless, though, I seriously doubt there are many women out there who would pursue a second date with a guy who puked all over himself on the first one.

EllenFebruary 10th, 2010 at 9:03 am

Is this the same person who hates coupons? The writing style is identical.

rawrFebruary 10th, 2010 at 10:56 am

Technically, since she was the one who did the inviting (even if it was “jokingly”), she should’ve paid for the date. But then again, young people don’t tend be very well versed on dating etiquette. (And yes, I’m currently in that age group, so I’m not just bitching about the “younger generation” being shitty.)

KatFebruary 10th, 2010 at 11:59 am

She offered to pay, he declined. Good reading comprehension.

KateFebruary 10th, 2010 at 1:44 pm

OH my God that is definitely a bad date. I once managed to set fire to the table on the date but I think you have me beat!

Kate xx

CharlyFebruary 10th, 2010 at 1:47 pm

You call this guy a friend. Is this how you treat friends? By sharing with the world what is probably one of his most embarrassing experiences? Did you ask his permission to tell this tale? Even though is is anonymous, I would never do that to a friend.

CarlyFebruary 10th, 2010 at 2:03 pm

Truth is, this isn’t “my very worst date”. The writer obviously enjoyed the food, enjoyed the conversation and endjoyed a large part of the date. Also, I don’t understand what the big deal about getting sick is; it’s a natural bodily reaction to get rid of something that would otherwise harm you. If my current boyfriend had gotten sick on our first date, yes I would have freaked out a little, but what’s the big deal? If I had refused a 2nd date based on this I would have made the biggest mistake of my life (so far). Majority of girls are just too squeamish and lacking in understanding. Perhaps this is why so many are still single :/

DaveFebruary 10th, 2010 at 4:39 pm

She offered to pay for HER PORTION, not both.

Good reading comprehension to YOU!

PatFebruary 10th, 2010 at 4:49 pm

Why are you even here, Charly?

Oh, and a pretty dull story this one

LisaFebruary 10th, 2010 at 6:58 pm

If she jokingly suggested that they go on a date –something along the lines of an idle, “Hey… maybe you and I should go out sometime”; and he then responded with something like, “Absofuckinlutely! Whattaya say we go to that expensive Mexican spot I’ve been meaning to try?”, it doesn’t mean that it was SHE who invited HIM out.

(That’s MY take on it, at least— assuming that my reading comprehension of Emily Post is sound!)

(Letitia Baldridge would question the reading comprehension of the LOT of ya!)

Dr_KnowFebruary 11th, 2010 at 4:51 am

Yeah I think Charly is a bit crazy – its not like this is ever going to be associated with the actual guy so why would he care?

Other than that people should remember that ‘my very worst date’ can be taken 2 ways – either a) the date i.e. guy or girl was bad or b) what actually happened on the date was bad.

In which case I think it is entirely fair for the submitter to say this is the worst date she has been on. I’d have to say my date having a massive pukefest wouldn’t make my night…

gregFebruary 11th, 2010 at 11:54 am

Isn’t mexican food and expensive an oxy-moron?

originalposterFebruary 11th, 2010 at 2:34 pm

So this is my story, so let me answer a few questions:

I am 100% confident that it was the tequila that he decided to chug that made him sick. We had been out before in a group of friends where he has been drunk off of one Smirnoff Ice. Now, I’m a bit of a lightweight myself, but I don’t chug a tequila filled margarita knowing that I can’t handle it. And that’s the reason why it was my very worst date. If he was legitimitely sick from the food or for whatever reason, I definitely understood it. But drinking too much when we both knew it would make him sick was not a good choice. And to brag about how he could drink everybody under the table no more than 3 hours after the incident probably wasn’t a good choice either.

I did offer to pay for the date, several times. But I guess being a nice guy, and from the Midwest, he thought he was supposed to pay for the date. I always bring out money when going on dinner dates because I would never expect a guy to pay for the entire meal.

Oh, and the food was expensive because it was the Mexico restaurant in Disney World. We both worked as College Program-ers, so we could go in and out of the park as we pleased.

And I hope that cleared some stuff up, haha. Sorry if you think it’s dull!

rawrFebruary 12th, 2010 at 8:09 am

Yeah, I missed that part about offering to pay for her part. But, of course, I’m sure you never miss anything you read.

RosiePosieFebruary 12th, 2010 at 11:59 am

I swear to god this happened to a friend of mine! Trisha is that you? They both told me a story identical to this. Wierd…

JennyFebruary 14th, 2010 at 8:42 pm

A WHOLE margarita? I’ve not been to the Mexican restaurant at DisneyWorld, so maybe they serve some mutant giant margaritas or something, but here in the real world, a margarita contains 1-2 ounces of alcohol. That’s not significantly more than a beer or wine cooler. If he could drink a Smirnoff Ice or two, he could tolerate a margarita. The vomiting was likely something else.

LalliFebruary 16th, 2010 at 9:34 am

I can’t imagine one margarita doing that to someone. I agree that it sounds like more factors may have been at play. I’m not saying I’d still be swept off my feet by a guy who vomited on the first date, but still…