I just had a flashback to the start of my relationship during my junior year of high school, which began with a date the night before Thanksgiving.
We will refer to this guy as Baby Gums, because that's what The BFF still calls him. I'm not totally sure why? I guess he might have large gums and small teeth? Either way, he's actually pretty cute. But, that's neither here nor there.
Anyway, Baby Gums and I met through a shared journalism/yearbook class...obviously I'm so cool that I dated TWO guys I met through yearbook...
He finally asked me out right before the holidays, and he took me to a UT basketball game for our first date, which I assumed would also include eating.
Wrong.
When he picked me up around dinner time, he proceeded to excitedly tell me that he was in fact "fasting for Thanksgiving," his favorite holiday.
Fantastic.
Now, let's be honest, eating is one of my all-time favorite activities/interests and I'm not one to skip meals, but I tried to conform to his Thanksgiving-mindset. I too could bypass dinner in anticipation. I was fine.
Until the second quarter when I excused myself to go to the restroom, and by restroom, I mean the snack bar where I purchased and subsequently scarfed down a giant pretzel before returning to my seat. Because otherwise I might have died of starvation. Sometimes you have to censor your image a little at the beginning of a relationship, it's fine.
We went on to date for a few months until he broke up with me. At his house. Directly after my mom had just dropped me off.
Double fantastic.
Coincidentally we watched another UT basketball game on TV before he drove me home. Fact: not having a car or access to public transportation to escape post-getting dumped scenarios SUCKS.
In the end, though, I will say I won that relationship. Based on the fact that I made out with two of his friends (only partially out of spite), and went to prom with another one.
And this post would not be complete without me telling The Prom Story.
So when Baby Gums ended things with me I had a fairly strong suspicion it might have had to do with another girl. It did. Shocking. They started dating soon after and obviously planned on going to prom together as it was quickly approaching. Being fairly opportunistic, I realized that one of Baby Gum's best friends (who I had become friends with) was my best potential date option. Since he was fairly shy (read: afraid of girls, especially me and my powers of manipulation), I schemed my way into the role of his date...which included being part of Baby Gums' & Mrs. Baby Gums' group.
Suckers.
My date and I arrived at Baby Gums' house for group pictures.
My look for the evening: long
red dress, curly dark brown hair half up, black shoes/accessories
Mrs. Baby Gums' look for the evening: long red dress, curly dark brown hair half up, black shoes/accessories
Update: My mom read this post and then scanned and sent me her fav prom photo - solo shot obv. Thanks, mommy! We looked SO similar (although, let's be honest and humble, I looked better) that my other BFF from HS Shawn TRIED TO DANCE WITH HER thinking she was me.
Hahahhahaha. Awk-ward.
And that's the saga of Baby Gums. Maybe it would have turned out better (i.e. I wouldn't have had to upstage his new GF at prom - IAAB) had he fed me dinner during that first date.
Food
is the way to my heart.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!! Hook 'em Horns :)
And since no post would be complete without an available animals-in-costume photo, here you go:
