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Last week I asked for blogging ideas to help me along with getting back into blogging regularly. The following entry was inspired by the suggestion of writing about my most embarrassing moments...
When I was 17, I met and began dating my first love (because I don't like to use names 'I'll call him Ashley). Before I met him, I had only had one other boyfriend. My high school sweetheart and I dated for the 3 years prior and because we were so young, we didn't really 'date' we just went from being friends to being a couple. So, dating was a new experience for me when Ashley and I got together. He was nearly 4 years older than me, he was charming and very good looking - because of this combination, in the beginning I was completely intimidated (not to mention smitten) and a nervous wreck every time I had to be alone with him. At the time, neither one of us had a car so when we went out I had to borrow my brother's car and pick him up. I was always so nervous and had only been driving a few months (bad combination).
On our second date, I was a nervous wreck and inadvertently turned down a one way street going the wrong way (a street I had driven on a hundred times before 'going the right direction) and was pulled over by a cop. I was mortified when he began with 'Have you been drinking' I said no and he asked a few more questions before going back to his car to run my licence and write me a ticket. While we waited, Ashley turned to me, smiled gently and asked if I was ok. I said yeas, but I really wanted to die. The officer came back to the car and walked up to Ashley's window instead of mine. He handed him the ticket he wrote me and asked 'Do you have a licence son? Ashley replied 'yes sir, I do' The officer then said, 'Then I suggest you drive from now on' 'Yes sir, Ashley answered and got out of the car to come around to my side to take over driving. It was awful! He took it quite well and was lovely about it. A few blocks away, he pulled over and let me drive again (although I don't know why).
Later that night, I dropped him off at a friend's apartment complex and while backing away 'I backed right into the designated garbage area and knocked down 4 or 5 metal garbage cans making the loudest crash! He stood there and smiled at me and waved before I sped away in utter embarrassment! I don't know why he went out with me again, but believe it or not 'we stayed together for 2 more years after that and when ever I dropped him off at that friends house, without fail 'I crashed into those damned garbage cans!

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Beverley Greenwood said…
Hi Erren,
This entry was brilliant! The bit about the rubbish bins was really funny! I'm sorry you haven't had the chance to find many English mates - You sound like a good laugh and I'd be glad to know you.
Kind Regards,
Bev
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