My Worst Date

#MyWorstDate It was in October, and I was still in my first semester of a university of my first year. I was dating a boy that was still in high school, and I went away to continue my education, so it was a long-distance relationship. The distance wasn't so bad, as it was only a couple of hours away, but we tried to make it work.

I believe it was the week before Thanksgiving. We were talking to each other and he mentioned that he wanted me to come home for the weekend. It turns out that his cousin was getting married, and he wanted me to be his date. So, I told him to not get his hopes up, but I could talk to my friend, who so happened to have her car and see if we could go home (since we were from the same place).

It isn't surprising to most people, but I have actually never been on a date before. However, it might be a little risky having your first date at a wedding. Luckily enough, I was able to convince my friend to go home and I was able to tell him that I would love to be his date.

So, come on the day of the wedding, I make myself look nice and presentable, straighten my hair and no makeup. My grandfather happened to come down and visit, so I was able to get a drive to his place from him. I get dropped off and knock on his door, and he says that I look nice and I return the compliment to him and his mother. His mom tells me that I would be able to return to the reception, but I would have to leave for the dinner... or so I thought.

As the date began, it was such a beautiful day. We did see a couple of dark clouds, but it stayed clear for the day. Before the ceremony started, we were chatting with a couple of people. He introduced me to people as his girlfriend, and I will admit, I did feel a little giddy when he called me his girlfriend. The wedding ceremony was beautiful and I was happy that I got to attend. However, after the ceremony, this is where things started to go a little downhill.

So, after the ceremony, there was a little bit of a gathering before we went to the dinner and the reception. Alcoholic drinks, non-alcoholic drinks, and food was being served. Well, his mother had begun to drink and it was quite the interesting time. At the time, I was only 18, so I couldn't legally drink. However, I was the only one, out of the 3 of us, that was able to drive because there was no way I was letting his mother drive.

So, somehow, I end up driving us to the location where the dinner and the reception is. I got very lucky that the bride invited me to the dinner as well, and I felt grateful for it. The dinner was fantastic! It was a buffet, so you got to choose what you wanted to eat. It was very good food, and I loved it.

It was an open bar, and we had little tickets to give to the bartender. Honestly, I didn't think we needed them. My boyfriend's mother was a little tipsy just from the little gathering, and we had two bottles of wine at the table. Let me tell you, I think she drank at least two whole bottles by herself, and she still got more from the bar. Even my boyfriend was drinking at the reception, and he is slightly younger than me.

I had two people drinking, plus I barely knew anyone at the wedding. It was starting to get a little awkward, and when I am shy, I don't talk at all. Halfway through the night, my boyfriend is going off talking to others, while his mother is just wandering around with friends. I just sat there, trying to figure out what to do.

I decided that I was just going to stick by his side, just until we would go to sit down again. So, I get introduced to one of his friends, who is obviously older than us, and he asks the both of us a question. He asks, "Do you guys think you'll ever get married to each other?" The both of us shook our heads, and then looked at each other, confused.

It was too early for us, and especially where I wanted to focus on my education, I didn't want to deal with the stress of a wedding on top of it. Now, I am really embarrassed at this point, and I'm watching the clock count down the minutes. Luckily, I couldn't stay all night because I had a driving curfew.

So, about an hour before my curfew is up, I end up becoming the designated driver, in a car that I barely know how to work everything. My boyfriend is in the front with me, and his mother is in the backseat. She is telling us that she can drive and that she is fine. The both of us had literally screamed no at her. At least we could agree with something.

I pull into the driveway and we get her in the house. He goes to put her to bed. Let's just say that I saw more of her than I wanted to. I stayed for a couple of hours, which was a mistake on my part, and then called my mother to come get me. They offered to let me stay the night, but I just felt that I wasn't comfortable with that.

For the rest of the night, I stayed up in bed and thought about everything that happened. I felt like the only reason that I got invited, after all, was to become the designated driver. I am glad that I was able to do that, but a wedding as a first date is not the right plan.

It is probably worth noting that this guy and I are no longer together, which is for the best for the both of us, and I moved on. However, knowing that my first date was not a success still kind of haunts me.

So, my words of advice is, don't go on a first date at a wedding. It might not turn out so well.