sushi place with a guy I knew from school. When the food came, I was so hungry that I wasn’t watching what I was doing and I bit my lip so damn hard that it swelled up and turned black. Classically adorkable first date scenario. I decided to take this opportunity to show Date how cool and easygoing I am by making a charming joke about how people will think that he had beaten me.
Date was not amused. At all.
Apparently Date is not cool with jokes about physical violence. Whatever. My black lip was the most memorable thing about that date. Even making out in the back of his van couldn’t salvage it. It turns out if you have no chemistry with a guy, making out with him won’t be enough to salvage the date. So much has changed since high school.
The girl who just can't play it cool 