When I was in high school I did not go on a lot of one on one dates. I had this huge group of friends and for most of the dances we would just switch dates around and basically have the same group every time just different couples. It was a blast.
I do remember one particular date where it was just me and a boy. We met through mutual friends and he went to a different high school than I did. It was super casual. We went out for ice cream. I remembered he had chocolate ice cream. You might not think that minor detail is important to my story but it might just be the most important fact because as we were talking he managed to spread said chocolate ice cream all over his face without noticing. When I say that I truly mean it was ALL over his face. I don’t know how he did not feel it, but alas, he did not.
I knew in my head that the right thing to do was to obviously let this guy know that he had this super messy face, but something inside me just couldn’t. I was too nervous. The words just could not come out of my mouth. I have always had a hard time telling people about these unfortunate things and this was no different. I remember just acting as normal as possible the whole time we were talking which was for awhile. I realize how rude this was but I just could not tell him.
The date went on. We kept on talking then he drove me home. I still can not beleieve I did not let this poor guy know, but they do say when we our young our brains aren’t fully developed right? lets blame it on that.
This is not quite the end of the story. When my date got home he probably looked in the mirror in shock because he immediately called me and asked me why on earth I did not tell him that his entire face was covered in chocolate ice cream. Suffice it to say we never went out again.
Moral of the story. Don’t ever eat with me around or at least carry a pocket mirror so you can check your face and teeth after for yourself.
If you are wondering if I have recieved my just desserts (pun intended) I have ten fold. I now chase around four girls who constantly have things caked on there face they run away and cry and scream as I rub it off as if it is dried cement because it just won’t come off! It must be Karma