My parents are quite strict, so when I got to University I decided to really enjoy myself!
Time to let loose!
Going out late.
Fun times.
Eating what I liked when I liked.
Sweet food!
One day, one fine 300 level guy I had become friendly with asked me out.
Fine boy!
Me, on the outside:
Cool. Calm. Collected.
Me, on the inside:
OMG! OMG! OMG!
The day of the date I was so excited.
So excited!
I wore my favourite dress, highest shoes and looked like a bad ass.
Really feeling myself!
Everything was going great; the conversation, the ambience.
This is excellent!
After a while the waiter started walking towards us with our food.
Finally!
Out of nowhere, this man tripped!
HAYYYY!!
And I was covered in a shower of rice and stew, plantain and chapman.
I was wearing what I was supposed to eat.
My date had a blank stare on his face for about 3 seconds.
“What just happened?”
Then he started laughing!
Oh my God!
I was so embarrassed! And I think 2 grains of rice were stuck in my false eyelashes
Let the floor swallow me please. Its better!
I almost started crying but I had to hold it all in.
As per form big girl.
I didn’t even get a kiss goodbye from my date!
So I will stain his outfit with stew abi? No way oh!
Me whenever my friends suggest we go back to that restaurant:
So my shame can be complete abi? Useless people
