Prompt: Tell about an embarrasing moment.

What an easy prompt for me...

My life... the end!

OK OK... so I just mean I don't embarrass easily and that I frequently do things that others might be embarrassed by but I don't care!

But I do have one moment that stands out for me because of course I was recognized for it!.

It would be my golden plunger moment! I lived in the dorms my first year in college and the dorms had a get together once a week to keep everyone up to date on announcements and such. One thing they did periodically was to award the golden plunger (yes a toilet plunger spray painted gold!) to a resident of the dorm for an embarrassing moment that happened during their week.

I was set up on a blind date. He picked me up and took me back to his apartment where we were supposed to meet up with his roommate and my friend who set up the date. They left a note for us letting us know that they wouldn't be there until later. Awkward... Ok.. well he had made dinner for us, so while we waited for dinner to be done, he whipped out his guitar and started singing for me.

Thankfully dinner wasn't long until it was ready. We ate some kind of chicken casserole thing in relative quiet... some small talk I'm sure. I hadn't even finished my meal before I felt queasy. I excused myself to the bathroom which was... well.. a men's college bathroom... I was sure to only hover over the seat. I was okay, so I returned to finish my meal. As I got back to the table I had to turn right around and head back for the bathroom... this time the toilets' state of cleanliness did not even phase me as I leaned over and lost my dinner. As I came out this time, he was heading in... He didn't have to say anything for me to know what he had to do. We took turns going in and out of the bathroom a few times. Needless to say we threw out the leftovers.

I was hoping to go home at this point, but I guess he felt fine after unloading his stomach and wanted to head over to a little place in town to go mini golfing and sumo wrestling where we would meet up finally with my friend and his roommate. I suggested that we just do this some other time, I wasn't up to activities but he thought we should at least stop and let them know that we were bailing. FINE! I have puke breath... nothing in my stomach, a headache from retching but by all means lets go to a college hangout! I wish we had walked... I was now having dry heaves on the side of the road in front of the activity place. But by all means lets go on inside! It was loud and bright. He suggested we grab a burger since we hadn't had much of a dinner... "Uh, no thanks.. just a drink for me" That proved to just give my stomach something to lose, so I found a bathroom in a hurry. I seriously figured I'd just leave the bathroom and walk home from here now.... I was so done with this date. As I came out though.. my friend, his roommate and he (seriously wish I could remember his name) were waiting for me. They had decided we should all do the sumo wrestling. That was definitely that last thing I wanted to do. He obviously hadn't mentioned how our evening had progressed so far. I was glad we'd found my friend. "I need to go home actually." They all tried to persuade me to stay. Didn't anyone else get that throwing up in random bathrooms was not a fun night? Thankfully I won. He took me home. Not a word in the car and he was obviously rushing me home! Just before we got to the dorms I told him I was going to be sick again, so he pulled over and let me get out to heave... he leaned over and said.. "You're pretty close from here, maybe you should just walk."

I was glad to be let out! I went home, brushed my teeth and climbed into bed.

I wish it ended there but it doesn't... The next afternoon, when I was not at home, he came by and delivered a pie and a message that 'we never had a chance to have dessert so he was hoping we could get together again.' He came by everyday for the next week, always with some baked or home cooked item. I guess he wanted to prove that he could cook without making me heave. I didn't even like the looks of the first two items he brought (although one roommate tried the pie) but after three of four days had passed be brought some goodies that my roommates and I all sampled.... We were all sick that night! When he would stop by with his goodies he often tried to sing to us or just sit there and nothing would be said for long awkward moments. He would always leave abruptly though.. just up and be gone... sometimes not saying anything at all, just walking out the door. I wasn't mean to him, I understood that he hadn't intentionally tried to induce me to vomit more than once. I just didn't find that he and I ever had anything to discuss and his singing was really starting to drive me bonkers! It took him a while to believe that I wasn't interested thanks... and not just in his cooking. He did finally leave me alone and it was a few months before I was willing to accept someone setting me up on another blind date. But hey.... I won a golden plunger to stick in my front window for all to see.