I will NEVER. EVER. go on another food date with someone who does not know about my lap band.
Especially not a first date.
So tonight I go on a date. Guy is nice and cute. Conversation is nice.
Until he mentions I've hardly touched my food. I was pushing it around my plate and taking little bites but my plate still looked full. But who says something about that!
But I was stuck. And the bathroom line was LONG. Fuck.
When he went to get me a take out box, it was coming, like it or not. I threw up in my napkin and down my shirt. All over myself. He didn't notice....I don't think.
I'd be shocked if he did notice, considering he still tried to get in my pants. Good thing he didn't put his hand down my shirt.
For the record, I wouldn't have gone home with him even if I hadn't thrown up/slimed on myself.