[ WP ] You 're on a first date and its going very well until you make a huge mistake . You somehow get a sign from future you telling you that this person is `` the one '' . Do n't screw it up .

`` This is the one,'' read my alphabet soup. `` Do n't mess this up.'' 
 What were the chances the pasta letters in my obscure brand of tomato soup would spell out an actual message, let alone one that applied to my current situation. 
 `` Is everything alright with your soup?'' Cooed the beautiful blond sitting across from me. I look up from my platted note and smile. 
 `` Oh, no it's nothing,'' I say as I swirl my silver spoon in the bisque causing the message to spin apart. I take a small taste to tease my pallet. `` It's delicious.'' 
 `` That's cute,'' she says flashing that brief smile that first caught my eye what seems like a life time ago. I took me days work work up the nerve to call her then a few more to actually ask her out but now here she sits, clad in light blue with sequence reflecting the mood lighting. I fretted over this night for days, planning where we would go, what I would wear, what I would eat. I even rehearsed discussing topics we could talk about. I began to creat a character I thought she would find attractive feeling like there was no chance a woman like her would give a guy like me a second chance. The note, if you could call it that, in my soup was not helping my nerves. 
 `` I've been on dates at fancy restaurants before but never has anyone asked for the alphabet soup,'' she finishes with a giggle. 
 I pause for a moment testing the words I'm about to say in my mind. `` So,'' I pause again... dare I risk asking it? `` So you consider this a date?'' 
 She gives me a look like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. `` Well,'' I see a hint of a blush in the dim light. `` This is a nice place, and you look good but if you...'' I cut her off by almost knocking the table over in excitement. 
 `` No,'' I say as my heart tries to catch up to my mouth. 
 `` So you do n't consider this a date then?'' She asks with genuine surprise. 
 `` No I mean... no this is a date.'' I look into her green eyes and say `` I would love for this to be a date.'' 
 She smiles again but it is as if she is trying to hide her excitement. Immediately my mind heads down a dark path. Why does n't she want me to see her smile? Is this some trick where after I confess my love she breaks my heart in front of some douche with a camera? I begin to form my inquisitive statement when I hear a loud pop from the table right next to me. A cork explodes out of a champagne bottle and collides with the neck of a passing bus boy. The projectile causes the bus boy to throw his tray of dirty plates in the air and for a brief moment it seems as if time stops. The entire restaurant seems to focus on this bus boys packed tray as pasta sauce gathers like a heavy rain cloud right above my head. And just as I notice the impending doom time speeds back up. Dishes clatter on the floor, surprisingly none of them break, but the real damage was done to my pride as My outfit is accentuated with marinara. 
 I look over at her, her hands covering the shock on her face. `` That's it,'' I think to myself, `` I blew it.'' I look down at our table and realize the mess caused by the tray. Amidst the remnants of multiple couples dinner and residual spray from the marinara I was wearing sat my alphabet soup undisturbed. I reach for the silver spoon and against taste the dish. 
 `` Soups still good,'' I say as I gather another spoon full. 
 And then I hear it... a cute laugh. It's the perfect laugh to match that cute smile. In fact it matches everything about her. The cute laugh turns into a whole hearted one as she attempts to waive her case of the giggles away. 
 `` I'm so sorry,'' she exclaims after catching her breath. `` I should not have laughed. It's just...'' She pauses as if she was the one testing what else to say. `` I just really did n't want to mess this up and now here you are wearing dinner before would could even eat it.'' Despite my entail case of mortal embarrassment I find myself laughing. Here I was agonizing over this date trying not to mess it up when all along she was feeling the same way. 
 She rises from the table, grabs her small blue purse and asks, `` You want to get out of here?'' 
 `` Yes please.'' 
 The we chat as she walks me to her place which was a bit of a journey but goes by faster than I like. I realize the guy I pegged her for liking was nothing like the guy I was trying to be. As we walk under city lamps and a cool night sky I stop and turn to her. `` I almost messed this up,'' I say with all the confidence in me. `` `` I'm glad I got doused with spaghetti. If I had n't I would still be back at that restaurant trying to impress you rather than getting to now you.'' And like a valiant hero a reach out my hand which she firmly embarrasses again flashing that cute smile.
