GEMMA, at Killer Fiction Writers: I met this guy online through MySpace. We emailed a few times and he seemed really nice, down to earth, sweet as can be, and from the few pictures he sent even kind of cute. So I decided to take the plunge and meet in person for a movie.
My best friend has a little guy, and just before the date started, she realized she was out of overnight diapers. In a panic, she begged me to pick up some diapers for her while I was out.
Luckily for me, the traffic on the way to the theater was really light. So, I got there about fifteen minutes early. And right next door was a grocery store. Woohoo! I could snag the Pampers, stash them in my trunk and my date would be none the wiser. I quickly slipped into the store and scanned the aisles for diapers. Found them, grabbed a pack and headed to the check out line. As I'm walking toward it, I see this guy walking from the other end of the store toward the line, too. And, as he approaches, I get this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. Yep, you guessed it. It was my date. I looked wildly for somewhere to stash the Pampers, but it was too late. I was caught diaper handed.
"Gemma?" he asked, looking a little unsure, his gaze straying to the diapers. "What are you doing here?"
What could I do? So, I told him about BFF and her little fire hose of a son, trying not to turn bright red as I talked to the hot guy with baby butt covers in one hand.
That is, until I spied his emergency pre-date purchase in hand.
A roll of antacids.
He saw my eyes stray to his purchase and turned bright red. "I was at a barbeque earlier and have heartburn. Real sexy, huh?"
So, both of us red-faced and laughing bough out embarrassing purchases, stashed them in our cars, and promised never to speak of them again as we enjoyed a movie together.
