Did I ever tell you about my first car date?
Yeah, probably not, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this now.
Well, I was a sophomore in high school. I had just moved to Terre Haute, and didn't know very many people. I was in the band, and there was a senior boy who played the TUBA. He kinda looked like Jesus, but with much bigger lips. (do tuba players just get bigger lips, or is that a requirement to play the tuba? I'm not sure) He really wasn't my type, as I wasn't into long hair or facial hair, but when he asked me out, I figured, "what the heck." Besides, my friend, Donita, thought he was really hot, and that made me feel better. (sidenote: Donita and this boy went on to date for a LONG time!)
I'm not sure if my parents knew what that was, but I did. And, I was conflicted. I mean, I was no prude, and I wasn't a straight arrow, but I couldn't believe this dummy would wear this shirt when possibly meeting someone's parents. (and, I found it a bit disrespectful to this 15 year old?)
Yeah, this one didn't work out. Immediately, I started seeing all his faults; you know, like the fact that he couldn't make eye contact with females, as he was too focused on their boobs. (or in my case, mosquito bites)
I would have rather gone out with the tuba.