I had an awesome weekend with my girls. Any moment spent with them are guaranteed to be filled with mega-LOL's. We had lunch at Doppio Zero in Greenside. And we laughed. Man did we laugh. I know some of the funniest ladies.
So we got talking about dates-gone-wrong and one of my cousins was relaying the disaster that was her date the night before. She kept on falling throughout the night. At one point she slipped down the stairs and he tried to catch her but she landed on her bum at the bottom of the stairs. They were on their way to pay for the parking ticket and she just sat there on the floor and told him to go ahead, that she'd wait for him (sitting on the floor).
Man did we laugh. I recalled some of my disastrous dates. The weirdest "relationship" being one via text message. Yeah, I had an entire "relationship" on my mobile/ cell phone. Every time he saw me, he'd run away and pretend he didn't know me. But on sms, things were amazing. It was probably the most fruitful relationship that never was.
I've mentioned this before, but the funniest dating disaster I've ever heard of was from one of my closest friends. She was in love with this guy for like forever... and then one day, he eventually asked her out to dinner. She was so excited and nervous that she wasn't thinking straight. She ordered pasta. As the evening wore on and her food arrived, she proceeded to slurp a strand of Spaghetti into her mouth and was met with shock and horror when some of the marinara sauce splattered all over her face.
Thinking it was just a fluke, she did it again, and got some marinara on her eyelashes and on his shirt. Then at one point, she realised that she was on a date with him... the same him that she'd spent hours dreaming of... and she became so overwhelmed that she started crying. Crying! And he was wiping away her tears, telling her not to cry. And of course, she wanted to DIE the very next day.
Oi, we can be such idiots. I should know. There was that one time, on that one date, when I accidentally set myself on fire. I happened to be wearing a long black dress and fortunately, the only visible damage was from a few sparks that had burnt tiny holes on the bottom half of the dress. Thanks to the Lord it turned out to be minor and the only injury I incurred was a bruised ego and wounded dignity.
And so we laughed. Recalling old tales and telling new ones. Some of them too PG-ish to divulge here. In fact, we laughed from about 1pm until around 7pm. And we racked up a hell-of-a bill. After contemplating how many dishes we'd have to do versus how much jail time if we forfeited on the bill, we paid and were on our merry way... laughing all the way home.