Thats a great one...here is one more

SS, sounds like a good time was had by all!!

If no one else posts, I'm going to stop sharing my stuff, and I have CONSIDERABLE stories....believe me!

I was totally in love with the friend of my college roommate. This guy was a big, gorgeous hunk. When he finally asked me out I was thrilled!!

We went to a beach barbeque where they had sloppy ribs. The ribs were delicious!! After eating everyone settled down around the bon fire, and I felt like I was in heaven. Of course I'd had quite a bit of alcohol, so I was giggling and having a great time. My date was staring at me in such a way that I thought he was smitten. In my altered haze I was batting my eyelashes, playing with my hair, you know all the SIGNS.

We left sort of early, and I figured it was because he wanted to be ALONE with me. We were quiet in the car on the way home, and I figured it was just the sexual tension building as we anticipated being back at my apartment.

When we got back, he walked me to the door, gave me a quick peck on the forehead (forehead?) and left. I was so puzzled. I was devastated!

Well when I got into the bathroom and turned on the light, it appears that the only place I was not wearing barbeque sauce was on my FOREHEAD. Yep, it was smeared like a clown smile from ear to ear, I had managed to get it on my neck, in my hair and all over the top of the turtleneck I was wearing. And to add to the lovliness, I seemed to have gathered quite a bit of sand covering the whole area. And there seemed to be quite a bit of it in my teeth also. I remembered I was smiling and laughing the whole time. I can imagine what I looked like in the glow of that fire!

Years later I'm sort of pissed that this man didn't just say...Uh, you have a little something on your face....I guess it would have taken a bath towel to clean me up.

I have never, ever eaten ribs on a romantic outing ever again.

The thing I love about my husband is after telling him that story, he said he would have just brought me home and licked it off, like dessert.


Molly
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