I was still in college and was really looking forward to going out with this great looking guy that I had the hots for. To me this was going to be the date that topped all dates before, so it was very important to me to make a great impression on him. This guy was smart, athletic and very good looking and genuinely a nice person. He had dated the most popular girls on campus, so of course I felt the usual pressure of a first time date, but also felt that I would have to compete with these other girls. I was a total wreck but at the same time very anxious.
With that in mind, I made sure that I had all my ducks in a row. I weaseled some money out of my dad and bought a new outfit. Nothing sleazy, but I made sure that it accentuated what few assets that I had to offer. It was simple, a plain patterned skirt and a nice blouse. Nothing fancy, because we were just going to the movies. It would not do to overdress. The night of our date I showered, put on my best lingerie (in case we got in an accident and ended up in the hospital – LOL) and put a lot of extra effort into my hair, cosmetics, and nails.
My anticipation was at its highest level possible. In my mind I had built this up to be the most important day of my life.
He was on time to pick me up, which was a great start. The movie was exciting, and the dinner was amazing. We decided to go to a local nightclub for some dancing, and that is when the evening soured. Much to my chagrin, just after I started dancing, the waistband snapped on my panties. They started to slide down, and the more I moved, the lower they fell. When they fell to my ankles, I just quickly kicked them away. Fortunately the floor was so full of dancers that nobody seemed to notice. I kept blushing a bit every time I noticed someone step on what was once my very best panties.
Other than that one problem, the balance of my time spent dancing was just wonderful. He held me close, and we danced as one all evening. We talked about fun stuff and useless trivia between dance numbers and sets. He was as interesting to me as I seemed to be to him.
My bad luck followed when we left the dance. When we got to my place, he leaned over to kiss me goodnight. As our lips touched, he said “OUCH' and pulled away very quickly. I was confused. I noticed a bit of blood on his neck and grabbed a kleenex to wipe it off for him. It seemed that the underwire on my bra had broken and was sticking out. As he leaned in to kiss me he was impaled by the wire. He was very nice about it; laughed actually. I was secretly mortified. Both my best bra and my best panties destroyed in the same night, and we had not even had monkey sex to show for it. We dated a few more times, but every time he leaned in for a kiss, he seemed to hesitate. Like Pavlov's dog, this lovely man was unconsciously expecting to be attacked by another secret weapon in my bra again. As it turned out, we had some spark but eventually decided that we were not destined to be life long partners, and eventually went our own ways. The good thing was that having dated him, I picked up a lot of status points and never had any problems getting a date after that.
Now I'm sure this has happened many times before as a matter of fact I know it has, so girls for heavens sake when your getting ready to go out on that special date make sure you don't wear a wire bra it could turn into a dangerous weapon, and for your own piece of mind check to make absolutely sure the elastic on your panties is secure you don't want to leave them on the dance floor.
So if you are in college like I was but are having problems finding someone to date, then you should try this link:
Dating in College
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