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So a little background info before I get into my worst date ever…

6 months prior to worst-date-ever I’m getting crazy with some friends at this one party…Everything’s all fine and dandy until one of the guys whips out his camera. And being the horribly drunk partier that I was that night I steal the camera and set off to take (in my mind) some dead sexy pics of myself….with a few girlfriends…and fewer clothes (I promise I’m never like this…anymore). So I wake up the next morning, not exactly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed but smart. And sneaky. I steal the film (yep this is way back in the days of film) out of the camera (Hallelujah!). Convinced that I have successfully gotten away with being an idiot and marveling at my own sneakiness, I happily do the walk of shame out of the party and make my merry way home. This could have been the end (I’m cursing myself even now) of all the embarrassment. Unfortunately, I’m a very curious person, and that, my friends, is my downfall in this tale. If you are ever in this situation – don’t look! Just let it go! I was home-free. I could have regained my self-respect once again and gone on with my life. But I didn’t. Me and my picture-buddy girlfriends decide we just HAVE to see what’s on this stupid-ass film. So we take it to our friendly local walgreens to see what we’re working with. I don’t even need to describe to you the drunken slutty mayhem that was captured. Or the images that just popped back into my head. What I do need to tell you was what happened 6 months later.

So I’m going out with this super-classy new dude I had met while working at Stein Mart (yep, I worked there). After a shocking first date at Dairy Queen (we “dined-in” and everything!) where he asked if I wanted to split the check. He was what my friends and I would call “a winner”. The next week, he asks if I want to go on a double date. Lucky for him, he was hot and I make very poor decisions …so we go out again. To Denny’s this time. Is it a step up from Dairy Queen? I’m not sure. I meet up with this dude (no, no he didn’t pick me up from my house) at Denny’s. His friend and friend’s girl walk in and his friend is CONVINCED he knows me. I have a terrible memory for people and am known for drunkenly meeting people and forgetting them altogether, so I think nothing of it. We have our nice (?) meal and then (here it comes) he gets this huge grin on his face, and blurts out “Oh my god! You take your pictures to Walgreens!” HOLY HELL. I deny furiously. I rack my brain trying to come up with how this guy could possibly remember me and after so long. And the dude I’m with super wants to know “How does he know you take your pictures to walgreens???”. And then, I realize. That had happened 6 MONTHS BEFORE. How in the world would he remember me much less recognize my face (not exactly the main feature of those pics)? They MUST have saved them. Possibly even passed them around. Who knows? Maybe my pictures are taped to the wall on the back the walgreen’s photo department. Maybe every time I was in there for the next 5 months I was recognized. And here, my friends, is the trashiest situation a girl can be in – on a double date to denny’s with the guy she met at stein mart being questioned about her drunken slut pictures that were passed around by god knows how many walgreen’s employees. The icing on the cake? We split the check again.

I would love to tell you that I never talked to that guy again, cleaned up my act, and started dating more respectable men. But the truth is, I went out with him again. Well, not “out” after taking me out to Dairy Queen and Denny’s he must have had enough of paying for only himself and from then on we only went to his house to smoke and talk about how he wanted to be a rapper. Or a Chippendale’s dancer. Everyone makes mistakes right?? ()