Saturday, April 11th 2009
No, they didn't find a cure for cancer.
No, they didn't find a cure for terroism.
No, they didn't find a cure for bedhead.
But I found a cure for being antisocial, hermitous
(my new favorite word) and creeperish.
It's called Dating.
D-A-T-I-N-G
That's right folks, I went on my first date last Saturday.
Rusty came with me and my family to the Coyotes game
(where we had great seats btw,
Thank You Shane Doan, you're the best!!)
Then we went to dinner at Applebee's with my sisters Sarah and Emily, and Emily's future Hubby Brett.
Most Embarassing Moments of the Night:
When Rusty tried to open the car door for me and it was locked.
When we sat down at dinner and I promptly spilled my drink all over the table.
When I spilled water, ice and ranch all over myself REPEATEDLY!
When I was sitting in the front seat and Rusty was in the back and I was trying to playfully smack him, but my arms are so dang short that they were just flailing there while Rusty tried to figure out what the h I was doing.
When my sisters started getting into the "NatalieArchives."
Real Special.
Greatest Moments of the Night:
The Coyotes winning the game 5-4 in over time!
Rusty giving me his jacket because I, like an idiot, forgot to bring one.
When we picked Rusty up and the first thing out of his mouth after Hello was
"You look really good today."
Rusty being a perfect gentleman and opening
EVERY SINGLE DOOR
for me AND my sisters!
The Hug I got when dropping him off at his house when the night was over.
So basically,
It was FANTASTIC!!!!
And I love dating!
Hahaha we'll see if that lasts...
Got any good date stories??