Writer's Workshop: How Not To Have A Great First Date

It's Writer's Workshop Day! Writer's Workshop is brought to you by Mama Kat. It's also Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. I hope you are all having a fabulous time with family and/or friends!

Today's I chose the prompt Forget about Thanksgiving, tell us about that time you fell down! Let's go!

I am 16. It's June. I am living with my aunt and uncle and their 2.5 children for the summer. My aunt was pregnant, hence the .5. Before I had come to live with my aunt for the summer, I started dating a new guy. He was cute and funny and I wanted him to come and meet my family.

So, one very hot Arizona June night, he comes to my aunt and uncle's home for dinner to meet them, and then to take me out to a movie. It's going to be our first, official date. About an hour and a half before he shows up, I frantically start getting ready. I sit in front of my full sized mirror in my room with my then 5 year old cousin, Molly, asking me about a million questions about my boyfriend and what a boyfriend is and how come teenagers have boyfriends and....While doing my hair. My aunt floats in and out of the room insisting I wear make-up. I am not a make-up kinda gal, but I appease her, and splash a little on my face.

I realize I have about 10 minutes left to get ready. My aunt floats back into the room and helps me find a cute outfit for my date. I get changed, spritz myself with my favorite raspberry scented body spray, put on some lotion check myself in the mirror. I look great. I pull on my socks. This will be my undoing.

I hear the doorbell ring and my brain starts screaming, "Oh no!! OMG..Oh he's here!" I crawl next to the stairs and I hear him exchanging hello's and small talk with my aunt and uncle. They call me down. I stand up and start walking down the stairs, trying to look cute. And then, it happens. My sock slides on one of the steps, and in the most non-cute way ever, I fall the rest of the way down the stairs on my back. All the way to the bottom. I stood up, brushing hair out of my face and trying to salvage the little bit of pride I had left.

I looked up to see everyone stifling giggles. Then I said, "Well, just in case you didn't catch it, that was me, falling down the stairs. Is the pizza here yet?"