Make up a humorous short story about a first date between a man and a woman that went drastically wrong. Have it be from the man’s point of view.
system
Make up a humorous short story about a first date between a man and a woman that went drastically wrong. Have it be from the man’s point of view.
user
I finally asked the woman out that I’d been crushing on for some time. I’m on my way to pick her up now and I will be surprising her for dinner at the new Italian restaurant that opened in the city. My palms are sweaty as I grip the steering wheel and my stomach is in knots from excited nervousness. I pull up to her drive, put the car in park, and step out of the car. Clumsily, I hit my head on the door frame, and upon trying to grab the door to steady myself, my sweaty palms caused me to slip and I fell to the ground. Great. I scraped my knees just as this beautiful woman walked out her front door. I’m so embarrassed.

She asked me if I was okay, which I was, so we got in the car and headed out. We make small talk on the way and soon we are laughing at the fact that I fell out of the car. We arrived at the restaurant and that’s when disaster number two struck. I hit my head, significantly harder this time, while getting out of the car. At least I didn’t fall, but what is wrong with me tonight? I walk around and open my date’s door for her to get out. I shut the door behind her and started walking towards the restaurant when I realized she wasn’t following. I had accidentally shut the hem of her dress in the car door and she was stuck. Oh my god. I apologized and set her free. She laughed it off, but again, I’m super embarrassed.

We make it inside and sit down to eat. We order the lasagna for two and chat over a couple of glasses of wine. Things are going seemingly well despite the rocky start to the evening. And then came disaster number three. As the waiter was carrying our lasagna plates over, he tripped and our entire meal landed on the table in front of us. The spaghetti sauce exploded like a bomb and landed all over me and my date. She looked horrified and then started laughing. I started laughing too. The restaurant comped our meal and I dropped her off at home. I must have done something right along the way though since she agreed to a second date.
assistant
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Make up a humorous short story about a first date between a man and a woman that went drastically wrong. Have it be from the man’s point of view.</s>
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I finally asked the woman out that I’d been crushing on for some time. I’m on my way to pick her up now and I will be surprising her for dinner at the new Italian restaurant that opened in the city. My palms are sweaty as I grip the steering wheel and my stomach is in knots from excited nervousness. I pull up to her drive, put the car in park, and step out of the car. Clumsily, I hit my head on the door frame, and upon trying to grab the door to steady myself, my sweaty palms caused me to slip and I fell to the ground. Great. I scraped my knees just as this beautiful woman walked out her front door. I’m so embarrassed.

She asked me if I was okay, which I was, so we got in the car and headed out. We make small talk on the way and soon we are laughing at the fact that I fell out of the car. We arrived at the restaurant and that’s when disaster number two struck. I hit my head, significantly harder this time, while getting out of the car. At least I didn’t fall, but what is wrong with me tonight? I walk around and open my date’s door for her to get out. I shut the door behind her and started walking towards the restaurant when I realized she wasn’t following. I had accidentally shut the hem of her dress in the car door and she was stuck. Oh my god. I apologized and set her free. She laughed it off, but again, I’m super embarrassed.

We make it inside and sit down to eat. We order the lasagna for two and chat over a couple of glasses of wine. Things are going seemingly well despite the rocky start to the evening. And then came disaster number three. As the waiter was carrying our lasagna plates over, he tripped and our entire meal landed on the table in front of us. The spaghetti sauce exploded like a bomb and landed all over me and my date. She looked horrified and then started laughing. I started laughing too. The restaurant comped our meal and I dropped her off at home. I must have done something right along the way though since she agreed to a second date.</s>
