Humiliation....
So, let me tell you about my day and why it sucked. Last week or so, my mom went to her Saddle Club meeting and was talking with another woman there and telling her how I don't know anyone and all that. So the woman has a son my age and says that he'll call me and show me around or something. Great. Let's not try and focus on how embarrassing this is by itself, my mother setting me up with a playdate. Anyway. So, I talk to Paul on the phone and stuff (he sounds like a nice guy) and we decide to meet up this morning.
I wake up, am not feeling great, but decide it's just nerves and that I'm going to suck it up and go. We meet at the grocery store, I'm feeling worse, if possible, but I still refuse to back down. Meet Paul and he's a sweet guy and rather cute, if I do say so. Get in his truck and he decides to show me this waterfall thing nearby that people go to. My wooziness is coming and going, so whatever.
We get there and we have to do some hiking, which is fine by me--hell, I'm a tomboy. Course, the first few steps I take down this incline, my legs are shaking. Not good. Also, it's about 115 degrees out today (no, I'm not exaggerating) and hiking might not be the best idea. But we hike all the way down (and he only had to stop me sliding once!), see how horribly low the water level is, then start back up. But I need to stop and rest twice. Ugh. I was sipping some water the whole time, but I was still feeling woozy. Get back to his truck and we drive back into town.
Except now I feel horrible. Even though my pride would have me go on, I tell him I'm not feeling well and he drives me back to my car. I lie and say I had a stomach thing yesterday and am not over it (I was fine yesterday) and then, here's the kicker. I opened up the door and puked. Yep. Fraking brilliant. Isn't that a great first impression? He got to see me puke. I apologized profusely, we agreed to get together some other time when I wasn't sick and I went home. And I pretty much felt like crying the whole time because I was so mad at myself and my body. Ugh.
I'm going to call him tomorrow and make sure that's not the end of things, haha. Then, I have to run into town and pick up my dress from the tailor's. Then I'm staying home all day. Where I can stay in bed and hide under my covers.
I wake up, am not feeling great, but decide it's just nerves and that I'm going to suck it up and go. We meet at the grocery store, I'm feeling worse, if possible, but I still refuse to back down. Meet Paul and he's a sweet guy and rather cute, if I do say so. Get in his truck and he decides to show me this waterfall thing nearby that people go to. My wooziness is coming and going, so whatever.
We get there and we have to do some hiking, which is fine by me--hell, I'm a tomboy. Course, the first few steps I take down this incline, my legs are shaking. Not good. Also, it's about 115 degrees out today (no, I'm not exaggerating) and hiking might not be the best idea. But we hike all the way down (and he only had to stop me sliding once!), see how horribly low the water level is, then start back up. But I need to stop and rest twice. Ugh. I was sipping some water the whole time, but I was still feeling woozy. Get back to his truck and we drive back into town.
Except now I feel horrible. Even though my pride would have me go on, I tell him I'm not feeling well and he drives me back to my car. I lie and say I had a stomach thing yesterday and am not over it (I was fine yesterday) and then, here's the kicker. I opened up the door and puked. Yep. Fraking brilliant. Isn't that a great first impression? He got to see me puke. I apologized profusely, we agreed to get together some other time when I wasn't sick and I went home. And I pretty much felt like crying the whole time because I was so mad at myself and my body. Ugh.
I'm going to call him tomorrow and make sure that's not the end of things, haha. Then, I have to run into town and pick up my dress from the tailor's. Then I'm staying home all day. Where I can stay in bed and hide under my covers.