"I really like making out with you, but I feel a little nauseous."

So remember Indiana? The guy from NYE whom I thought blew me off, but really didn't? Well, we went out again about a week later. It was a fabulous night, but let's just say not one of my most shining moments! Read on to experience my embarrassment...



He picked me up around 6:30 and we went for Indian food. Neither one of us was in the mood to drink as we'd both had our fill over the weekend. So, okay, we plan to order water or ice tea, at least that was the plan...We sit down and see the beer menu staring at us, calling to us, and so we both order India beers. Who are we to deny the full ethnic experience, right? It's at least a half an hour before we even look at the menus. We're talk, talk, talking about all kinds of things...and not just general things...rather things that actually matter like the kind of relationship we have with our parents and how no one over the age of 9 should wear Croc's.



We finally order food and another round of drinks. I'm having a great time and really enjoying his company. It's just really easy being with him.



We leave dinner. He refused to let me pay and we start discussing where to next. "Should we try to think of a non-drinking activity?" I asked. "Like Starbucks?" he replied. "Sure," I said. "Well, we could go to Starbucks, but we did already START drinking, so maybe we should just keep rolling with it." I quickly agreed. I'm very agreeable when I'm flirting.



I then have the oh-so-fabulous idea to try this new bar which serves Belgian beers. Little do I make the connection that Belgian beers are HIGH OCTANE - like two for one kind of deal. We belly up to the bar, I taste a few and decide on one that had approximately 9% alcohol content. We laugh and talk and even danced around a little bit and consumed two more beers a piece at this place. It was turning into a really fun evening.



We leave the Belgian bar and head for my place. I asked if he wanted to come in and he said sure. He's a runner like I am and had just bought a foam roller which can be used to stretch your legs, glutes, back, etc. It's awesome. I highly recommend it. Anyhow, we start drinking red wine and rolling all over the floor on my foam rollers. I have two. Before you know it, we're kind of snuggling/kissing on the living room floor. 'This date is going so great! I'm having a blast with this guy,' I happily thought. My stomach, however, had alterior and evil motives...



Allow me to briefly make the disclaimer that while I don't drink all that frequently anymore, I can hold my alcohol. I went to a Big Ten school and along with Calculus learned how not to be the girl whose hair you have to hold back while she gets sick on the dance floor in the middle of the bar.



That said, as Indiana and I are romantically laying on the floor, all of a sudden, my stomach urgently decides that it disagrees with this situation. "Um, Indiana, I really like making out with you, but I think I'm gonna be nauseous." I get up, briskly walk to my bathroom which is only ten feet away from the living room, shut the door, and totally barf. It was awful. I wanted to lock the doors, break a window, and jump out. I wanted to absolutely DIE. I was MORTIFIED. The entire time I dated Mr. Wrong, I only got sick once and made him leave his own house, to ensure that he would not hear the sexy noises I make as vomit escapes my mouth. Indiana completely heard it because the bathroom proximity to my living room does not work in my favor.



After brushing my teeth and gathering a lot of courage, I finally vacated the bathroom and couldn't even look him in the face. "Maybe I should go," he mumbled a bit. "Yeesss, that's probably a good idea. Indiana, I'm so embarrassed, I just don't even know what to say. I swear to god that I'm not that girl who can't hold her liquor." He seemed to think it was no big deal, gave me a gentle hug, a kiss on the cheek, and headed out the door. Immediately as the door closed I had to run, yes, run back to the bathroom, to get sick yet again.



Oh my god...I put a note in my Blackberry to call AA in the morning to get a list of alcohol-free activities you can do for dates...not that I'll ever have one again with Indiana. Sheesh....