If you’re new around here, you may not know that Marco and I met in college. (a long time ago)
Once upon a time, he was a frat dude and I was a sorority girl. We had been seeing each other for a while and he asked me to his fraternity formal. These functions were more than just a night out in a fancy dress and heels. They were weekends away in exotic locations like Palm Springs.
We had a great time. But going out of town with your semi-kindof-undefined-boyfriend can be a lot of pressure. And maybe, just maybe, I was a little neurotic and nervous and weird. But hey, there was champagne, and party punch, and a whole lot of my sorority sisters. It was a good time.
The morning of our departure, we groggily ate breakfast/lunch at Denny’s. I had finally gotten to the point where I was relaxed and gotten over my anxiety over it. It had turned out to be a great time and we were ready to go home.
And then… it happened.
Our food was served. Marco reached out to feed me a french fry. Awww, how sweet right?
What I did not know, is that he had dipped that fry in tabasco sauce.
I was expecting a tasty fry dipped in ketchup. I was NOT expecting my mouth to be on fire.
I can only imagine the look on my face. I quickly drank water. But it didn’t help. He tried to offer me his soda. I turned away from him.
And he LAUGHED!
I don’t even remember if I ate anything after that. I do remember I was so angry. Seething.
He was all, “I didn’t know!”
Well, gee if you didn’t know that I didn’t like hot sauce on my fries, how can we ever make it as a couple?!!
I didn’t speak to him the entire two and a half hour drive home. He tried to hold my hand, I remember. I barely let him. I was determined to make him pay for doing that.
And that was the first time I got mad at Marco. By the time we got home, I had calmed down and we were ok.
But twenty-plus years later, and we still laugh about that.
What? Did you think I was going to talk about some other kind of First Time?