We Drank Whisky, Ate Tater Tots
I really can't think of a better first date activity than that. Call me limited in imagination, or a woman of simple and distinct pleasures.
There was also a lot of idiotic grinning at the person sitting across the table. On my part, that is.
But then a calculated error was made. Again, on my part. I kissed him goodnight. I initiated said kiss. And now I feel like a hopeless spaz.
But I had fun, so I guess it was worth it. Live and learn.
posted by Red Photography @ 3:19 PM
11 Comments:
so cute!
any kissing him? NO BIGGIE! and no one but your closest friends would EVER think you a hopeless spaz :)
jk
It makes for a great opening lyric...
Yes, see...it occurred to me earlier--who wouldn't want to kiss me? I'm awesome. No worries.
Jason, you're welcome to borrow it.
Yeah, kissing him might have been the best move you could make. At least he knows you're interested, so there can be no second-guessing! :)
Love is all about being a hopeless spaz. You went for it. Don't relive the moment over and over. You'll psyche yourself out. He probably was relieved that you made the move.
You clearly have a taste for the finer things in life. I wouldn't call you a hopeless spaz unless while eating your tots you stacked them into a tot pyramid, which exactly what I would have done.
At least you didn't stuff the tots in your pockets for later (a la Napoleon Dynamite). That's probably what I would have done.
the evening could've ended with a lame handshake. Or a chaste hug. I'd say a kiss was the most honest expression of how the evening had made you feel. Life is short. It wasn't a mistake.
I love you all.
Tater tots are the best. Life is waay to short to not eat them, AND to not share kisses...;-)
Do you mean to imply that if a boy grinned at you idiotically and then kissed you that'd make HIM a hopeless spaz...or does this phenomenon occur only in one direction?
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