Second Date Story
The Lesson :
“If someone still likes you after seeing you wrestle a paper towel dispenser and almost die from a jalapeño, marry them.”
The Setup:
The first date went surprisingly well. No awkward silences, no weird flexes about crypto, and he even offered to split the bill (which, in modern romance math, equals a green flag).
So naturally, when Ben asked me out again for a second date, I agreed. Easy decision. He seemed charming, smart, and he didn’t pronounce “croissant” like “croysant.” We were winning.
He suggested we go bowling. I hadn’t bowled since my cousin’s birthday party in 2014 where I accidentally launched a ball into someone’s nachos, but hey — what could go wrong?
Spoiler: Everything.
The Twist:
The night started great. We laughed. We high-fived. I even bowled a strike (with bumpers, but it still counts emotionally).
Then I excused myself to go to the bathroom. That’s when the real chaos began.
Somehow — and I swear this wasn’t my fault — I got my sleeve stuck in the automatic paper towel dispenser. The machine started spitting out an endless ribbon of paper towels, and I panicked, flailing like a confused octopus trying to do interpretive dance.
By the time I broke free, there were approximately 80 feet of paper towel on the floor and I looked like I had wrestled a yeti. I figured I could laugh it off.
Until I walked out and realized…
Ben was watching.
He’d come to check on me.
He stood there holding a Sprite, mouth slightly open, staring at me like I was an unsupervised child in a hardware store.
The Second Embarrassment:
I tried to play it cool and laugh it off.
“Just wanted to see how absorbent they really were.”
He chuckled. Sort of. But the vibe was… different now. Less flirty bowling date, more wild nature documentary.
Still, we powered through.
We sat down to eat the nachos we ordered earlier (full circle moment), and I decided to make a great comeback by being witty and sharp.
Instead, I inhaled a jalapeño.
Like, I literally sucked one into my windpipe.
Cue choking. Full-on gasping, tears streaming down my face, arms flailing, mascara running like I was auditioning for an emo revival band.
Ben didn’t know whether to perform the Heimlich or call an exorcist.
I excused myself again (this time gracefully coughing into a napkin), and spent the next ten minutes in the bathroom wondering if dating was even worth it anymore.
The Unexpected Ending:
When I finally came back, I expected Ben to have ghosted. Or maybe left a “nice knowing you” sticky note. But there he was — still sitting, still smiling, and… still holding Sprite.
“So,” he said, “should I bring paper towels on our third date just in case?”
Reader, I choked again. But this time, it was from laughing.
The Lesson (Shareable Quote):
“If someone still likes you after seeing you wrestle a paper towel dispenser and almost die from a jalapeño, marry them.”
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