I haven't posted a Sitcom post in a while and I was feeling funny, so here we are, I'm finally posting this. I've literally had this sitting as a draft since August... whoops... Well here we are, let's kick this bad boy off!
I feel like every girl has high expectations for a first kiss. Like- wow I take one look at Shawn Mendes and his Calvin Klein shoot or the Jonas Brothers and like- woah. Surprise! I've already set my standards too high! (Technically, since I'm a theatre freak, this wasn't my first kiss, but it was my first outside of a show, so uhh here we go my intro has already been too long, I'm sorry.)
I had my first kiss at the OC Fair last summer and it was honestly so sweet. We were in the art gallery and as we examined the pieces one of us would get ahead of the other and then wait. One time, I turned around thinking that he was a couple feet behind me and then the minute I turned around I stood face to face with him. And he kissed me. It was a really good moment. And I know that a lot of girls can't say that because it isn't always true, but that moment itself, everything was great.
The reason this is under the Sitcom category though, is that just because that moment was perfect, doesn't mean that the day was.
We spent the day at the OC Fair and it was fun and hot and sunny. I got tired towards the end as he held my hand and so we stopped to rest for bit. As I took a little power nap, we figured out where and how we were getting home, so we walked out of the park and down the street. He kept asking me how my day was or if I was feeling okay or whatever, and I had said that I was tired and hot and that I didn't eat enough food after taking my morning medication, but that I was fine. So as we walked more he reached for my hand and attempted to make more conversation and then at one point I just stopped responding.
I remember looking at his straight in the face and saying that I didn't feel too well and that I wanted to sit down on the side of the road for a bit. So the two of us sit down, and the minute my knees hit the grass,
I threw up.
No one:
Delaney: *inner monologue*
Delaney, oh my gosh, you are so stupid! You literally just RUINED any chance you could have had with this boy, you are so dumb! You haven't thrown up in 5 years, FIVE YEARS?! WHY NOW of ALL TIMES would your body decide to vomit on the side of the road?!
And right when I thought I had stopped, I threw up some more.
This is the kind of public humiliation you see in teenage romance movies. Where the guy and girl go on a date, and then the minute the guy starts to make a move, the girl screws something up, and then the guy can't seem to forgive her.
Despite my expectations of what I thought his reaction would be, he put his hand on my back and then made sure I was okay once I had finished. And of course once I stopped throwing up I began to cry on the side of the road. Just me sitting on the curb sobbing outside of the fairgrounds.
That was my day. And honestly, I'd love to say that there was a happy ending, but that's the end of my story. lol. okay- see ya next time.
Much Love,
Delaney Miller