Flashback Friday: First Date 2000

Flashback Friday is a weekly series on “Hopes and Dreams.” Each Friday a different memory from Jessi’s or John’s past is posted. You are invited to join the fun and record a memory of your own, too, whether it be on your blog, in your journal, in an audio file, etc. The objective is to foster an appreciation and desire for personal record keeping as we are forming our personal histories. Also, if you chose to blog your memory, you are invited to link up to our memory (but only if you wanna).
 
 
When I was a sophomore in high school….
 
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……I had the pleasure of going to my first high school dance, 
MORP, 
with THE Brad Bollwinkle 
{yes that was his name, and it makes the story 10 times better}.  
Not only was this my first dance, but it was technically my first date, since I had just turned 16.  And the reason I went with Brad Bollwinkle is because no one asked me to the dance and my sister asked Mr. Bollwinkle if he’d be willing to take me.  And he was.  Great guy.

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The dance was fine, I was just happy to be there.  My first high school dance!  It was fun to dress up and be a part of Husky tradition.  And as tradition goes, we had a big “after activity” after the dance with a group of Mr. Bollwinkle’s friends.  Since I didn’t even know Brad, I was relieved to know that I did know a few of the people in our group and was grateful when I found out the after activity would be held at the home of a kid in my ward, Rich Peterson.
 
So we finished up at the dance and headed to Rich’s house.  By the time we got there the rest of the group was already there in the basement, snacking and playing ping pong.  I was the only sophomore in the group and was feeling pretty out of place until sweet Meredith took me under her wing and included me {Mr. Bollwinkle didn’t pay much individual attention to me, bless his heart}.
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Meredith and I began playing some funny games together, mostly involving tossing M&Ms into each others’ mouths.  We kept moving further and further a part from each other to see if we could still make it in, and when we did it was a huge celebration.  However, Meredith was never making them in my mouth.  Her lil’ lobs were impossible for me to dive to to try to catch the candy.  It started becoming a big joke, she was missing every time!
 
Next thing I knew I impulsively grabbed an M&M to b-line throw at her just to slag her for her terrible tosses.  At this point we were clear across the room from each other, so you can imagine my surprise when the M&M I threw at her actually went straight in her mouth, to the back of her throat, at which point Meredith started choking!  I seriously threw that candy so hard and fast that it didn’t even give her time to open her mouth all the way, so the M&M snuck in an entrance only about the size of a quarter.  I was so shocked that I immediately started laughing histarically as she was choking.  People ran to Meredith’s side to help her, but I just kept rolling around on the floor laughing my head off, replaying the event in my head over and over, feeding the cackle.
 
In my histaria, I noticed something…..
my pants—
they started becoming warm and wet—
in the crotch region….
I was peeing my pants because I was laughing so hard!!!
Meanwhile, Meredith was still choking {but definitely getting air, don’t worry}, and I just ran to the bathroom as I could not control the leaking.  It just kept coming!
Luckily everyone was attending to Meredith so they didn’t notice that I was gone for quite a while, stuck in the bathroom, trying to figure out what to do about the big wet spot on my tan pants.  I thought maybe it would start to dry after a little while, but no luck.  And I was too bashful to say anything to Mr. Bollwinkle since I didn’t even know him.  
 
So, after about 10 or 15 minutes racking my brain in the bathroom, I resorted to tying my jacket around my waste and playing it cool for the duration of the date, hoping no one noticed, but still not knowing to this day if they didn’t.  
 
Fast forward a year and a half and my “friend” told the yearbook staff my tale.  You better believe it landed in the yearbook.
 
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