FUMBLE!

So last night as I was sitting on the couch (dating season is a little slow) upset that a new Grey's Anatomy wasn't going to be on, my cousin calls me and tells me about a friend from out of town who wants to go watch the game.  My first question is "is he cute?" (I know, I know...I'm such a single female) Now, I can watch sports if I'm out & about or if I'm watching it with someone but you won't catch me at home watching March Madness on my own.  But anyway, we set a time and we meet up at the spot.  When she walks up to the guy, I'm thinking to myself that he was DEFINITELY worth getting off my couch for.  Allow me to paint a picture...tall (I'm 5'9 1/2 and he had at least a good 5-6 inches on me), very handsome, very nice smile, gorgeous eyes, educated, intelligent, my frat brother, and most importantly, very down to Earth...my cousin never fails me (Thanks J-Cheezie).  Now, he says his age (3 years younger than me) but that's something that can be overlooked, especially if I can't guess his age by having a conversation with him. 

So we're all sitting in the bar area watching college basketball when the waiter comes over to take our order.  Well, I don't know what exactly happened because when I came to out of La-La Land, I just saw beer shooting over the table AT me and I just felt cold, wet liquid all over my jeans, my shirt, and my scarf.  He was MORTIFIED (as well he should be).  So I'm pretty quick on my feet. I take the scarf off, put my jacket on, and zip it up...I'm still wet and smell like beer, but I'm presentable and no one would be able to tell.  So I'm cool and the night goes on...

Bright Side: He paid for my ticket and he ended up being a pretty cool guy.  By the end of the night, I forgot that he even spilled the drink on me.