When I was in high school, I got set up for a date with this girl through mutual friends. It was the middle of December and we went to a small coffee shop along the water on Long Island. I ordered green tea and since it was so picturesque, we carried our drinks outside to sit by the water. I was shivering so much that I spilled my scalding hot tea right on my crotch. Since it was so frigid, however, I barely even flinched and I’m pretty sure she didn’t notice. It actually felt kind of nice because of how cold it was. I spent the rest of that night with my pants soaked in green tea. -Managing editor Kevin Frankel
Toward the end of my freshman year of college at the University of Alabama, I got a text from a friend asking me to go to my high school’s prom with one of her friends. I hadn’t seen my high school friends in a while and thought it would be a fun time, so I said yes, even though I didn’t know this girl. I was really wrong. I started drinking before pictures were taken, but it didn’t help. By the time we got to the prom, my date disappeared and I ended up hanging out with my sister who was working at the dance. At the after party, none of the high schoolers knew how to hold their liquor, so the only college kid there got to babysit.
-Sports editor Taylor Frank
I was dating a guy who played the trumpet in his high school band. We went out to a local Mexican restaurant and ordered tacos and quesadillas. The meal was decent and he paid for everything, so I was having a pretty good time. After dinner we went back to this house. Then, my date suggested I hear him play his trumpet. So I agreed––I mean, why not? He began playing and I soon realized that the only reason he wanted me to hear him play the trumpet was because he had to fart––he thought that the loud sound of the trumpet would have masked the sound of his monstrous fart.
-Photo editor Zoe Finn
I was new in New York City and downloaded Tinder. I got a message from an Italian guy asking me out on a date, so I figured, why not? When we met each other, it was clear that this guy was not from Italy, but I went along with it because we had a meal and he had a walk through Central Park planned out. He seemed to think that I didn’t know he was lying about being from Italy, but then he started to serenade me in the middle of Central Park! His Italian accent was unreal. I did not see him again.
-Editor-in-chief Chelsea Butkowski