Valentine's Day Challenge - Day 2 - Worst Date Ever

Day 2 of the Challenge asks us to talk about our worst date ever.  For some, talking about this might be traumatic and horrifying, but for me, it's just another funny story in our life.  See, here's the thing. The Hubs and I have noticed that life often throws us curveballs.  Like if we're leaving for vacation, it is inevitable that we will forget something important.  Or if we're in a rush to get somewhere, it is inevitable that one of the kids will potty and we have to stop to change a diaper.  Or if I'm planning to fix something specific specific for dinner or to bring to some big church function, it is inevitable that I'll forget to buy one of the ingredients and we're stuck. So, basically, we've learned to roll with the punches and make the best of what we're handed.

Anyways, back to the story at hand.  

This story takes us back to Valentine's Day, 2004, our second Valentine's Day together.  On our first V-day together, we had started a tradition of cooking dinner for each other. I cooked our first year, so this time it was his turn to cook for me!  He decided to make pepper crusted tuna and some sort of Indian-inspired side dish. Sounds delicious, right?? 

Well, he decided to cook at my apartment because I lived by myself and he had a roommate.  And really, no roommate wants to be around for some other guy's romantic Valentine's Day!  The Hubs basically locked me in my room and told me to get ready for dinner while he cooked.  About an hour or so later, I had finished my primping and was relaxing with a book when I heard the Hubs break into a fit of coughing and wheezing.  I rushed into the kitchen to make sure everything was ok, only to be confronted by a cloud of peppery smoke.  And of course, I joined his little coughing club. 

It was our first time ever experimenting with Indian food.  Who knew that when you add whatever peppery ingredient that particular recipe called for and then cook the fish, that it would result in inhaling something that resembles pepperspray if you dared take a breath of the fumes?!?  Yeah, okay, I realize that's a really long sentence, but I just don't have it in me to compromise my artistic integrity and make it shorter. ;)  The peppery fumes seriously infiltrated every corner of my tiny apartment.  With tears streaming down our faces and between coughing fits, we opened all of the windows and the front door, to let in some air.

Finally, after a few minutes, the air was breathable again and the Hubs finished up cooking the dinner.  Let me say, I was skeptical about this meal! But being the good girlfriend that I was, I was completely prepared to enjoy the dinner that he had made.  He lit a few candles and we settled down to enjoy dinner.  We both looked at this meal, hesitant to be the one to take the first bite. 

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Being the tough guy, he went first.  He took a bite and his eyes watered.  "Oh", that's spicy!", he said.  I'm not crazy about really spicy foods, but I went for it.  I took a bite and forced myself to swallow.  It was so spicy that it was pretty much uneatable.  We just kind of looked at each other.  I felt so badly for him. He had put so much time and effort into this meal and we couldn't even eat it!

After a few seconds, we started laughing.  And we couldn't stop. 

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We decided to run out to Chili's and get some takeout and then swing by Blockbuster and get a movie.  We ended up cuddling on the couch, eating Chili's takeout and enjoying some chick flick, the name of which escapes me at the moment. 

And that would be my worst date ever.  Not because it ended badly... it actually ended pretty nicely.  It's the worst date ever, just because of how it could have ended!

So, what about you?  Do you have a "worst date ever" horror story?  I want to hear it!! And if you really want to be horrified, check out the other girls terrible date stories here!