#VlogMom question of the week comes from Michelle at Honest & Truly:
We talked awhile ago about how we met our spouses/partners and had some great stories. Now… the flip side. Tell us the story of your worst date ever.
Just wait until you hear about my blind date…
{Click here to see the embedded video}
Disclaimer: there is absolutely nothing wrong with dating, falling in love with, marrying, having children, spending the rest of your life with, etc., a mortician. As my blind date pointed out–it’s a job that will always be needed in life… and death. And they’re very kind, caring people. What made my date so bad was the fact that the news somehow spread so quickly through the restaurant which was just awkward. Not to mention that he wasn’t really all that nice (I was too nice in the video… really.)
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Twitter: MommyTalkShow
says:
I wonder how the word spread so quickly through the restaurant?
Your waiter/waitress must have overheard and told someone!
I agree, there’s nothing wrong with that field. It’s actually very lucrative and steady work.
Twitter: juliempron
says:
Very lucrative and steady. While he wasn’t such a great guy, the worst date part was definitely the whispering through the restaurant. Just. Plain. Awkward.
Twitter: honestandtruly
says:
That’s so odd that the whole restaurant knew. I’d never be able to go back there – if only because I’d never feel comfortable that ANYthing I talked about wouldn’t be gossip for the restaurant patrons!
Twitter: juliempron
says:
About 3 months later I moved to PA, so I never did go back.
Twitter: WELLinTHIShouse
says:
Worst date… Friends set me up with an actor I’d drooled over when he played Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar. We all hung out for several hours, stayed at Denny’s until early in the morning. His hands were all over me, and I didn’t mind it a bit. We parked by the river and…well, don’t worry about that part. But when he drove me home, he told me I was “hip,” and “autographed” a winning lottery scratch off ticket to “remember him by.” He essentially paid me a dollar for our date. Oh, and we all hung out the next night…and I found out he had a girlfriend, but our mutual friends hated his girlfriend. I had to spend THAT night listening to his girlfriend bitch about him. Awkward…
Twitter: juliempron
says:
Christina… you win. that’s just awful.