Let's start with my overalls. This post is the second of a series. When you go to a Christian college like Westmont, you quickly learn that many people are there to find a mate. Upon arriving, our RA gave us the rundown on dating:. Me, being dramatic and mopey, could not think of a single boy I might want to date. Instead, I requested that Lori ask someone who would just be easy to spend time with, someone fun.
My Worst First Date: "By the end of the date, I was covered in pee"
My Worst First Date: "By the end of the date, I was covered in pee" | Her World
Please allow me to assure you that I am, in fact, 20 years old, and that this is the only time I have had a bladder-related incident since I was four. As for my eligibility to be in college, well, I too question that on a daily basis when faced with such crucial dilemmas as how to tell whether my milk is really expired, and whether I should wash my dishes or just buy disposable ones to save time. Anyway, back to my story. He was tall, muscular, and blonde, with warm brown eyes and a great smile. We flirted a lot in class, and I was pretty sure he was into me too, so needless to say I was pretty excited to spend an evening and hopefully a night with him.
Because of that, many of my other adventures started to quiet down. Since I had handled things poorly in the past, I decided to do some research on relationships. What makes them work?
Not just a little leak. A Niagara Falls of urine. Historically, when I've spent a few romantic days with someone special for the first time, I've taken extra care in choosing bras, panties, and other assorted lingerie. I've picked clothes and shoes in which I feel and look my best. I've moisturized all over to make my skin extra-touchable, and I've shaved all the important parts extra-close.