My Very Own Fault
A girlfriend insisted I meet her friend, a guy who had seen me on MySpace and thought I was cute. I’d just had a bad break up a few months earlier, and wasn’t really into the whole dating thing at the time, but I decided to give it a shot. We hung out a couple of times with friends, and then decided to go on a date of our own.
However, on the day in question, I had the world’s most horrendous cold. Like, hacking coughs, sneezing my brains out – that type of cold. Despite knowing that I should just stay in and rest, I really liked him, and I wanted to see him anyway. I called him, and told him that I really wasn’t up to going out, but he was welcome to come over to my place if he didn’t mind my germs. The date was amazing. Everything you want in a first date.
We were having a great time, watching a movie and laughing, when I started to feel really weird and fuzzy. Thinking I was going to throw up, I stood up to go to the restroom. That was when I fainted, right there on the floor in front of him. The next thing I know, I’m in the ER. Saying that I was “mortified” is completely an understatement. Apparently, I’d been completely dehydrated. No surprise since I’d not been eating while sucking down over-the-counter cold medicine all day.
The worst part? He contacted my sister about it, who had called my mother and father. So after knowing this person for exactly two weeks and three days, he was confronted with my entire Italian family, hovering around me and being completely unbearable. The last straw was when the nurse came in, asking me to give her a urine sample, and for whatever reason, handed him the cup instead of me. That was when I knew I’d never see him again.
Yet, I’d apparently made an impression on him. He stayed with me in the emergency room all night, and kept calling after that too. The happy ending to this is that we’re still together to this day, which means that we always have a great story to tell at parties.
