To celebrate The Hazards of Sex on the Beach release, I have fourteen amazing romance writers stopping by over the next few weeks to share their awkward or "hazardous" dating stories.
To continue the fun, today I have Gennifer Albin, Melody Anne, and L.P. Dover!
I met him at a debate tournament. He went to the posh all boys prep school and he had a name that sounded like a character out of an 80s romcom. You know what mean. The kind of name that belongs to boys who belong to yacht clubs. In comparison, I felt like I was from the wrong side of the tracks. Mostly because I went to a public high school and didn't have the third as part of my legal name.
We arranged to go on a date and all was going well, if a little awkward, when he ran into the theater to get movie tickets. All I asked was that he not get tickets to the terrible looking new Meg Ryan movie.
He came back with tickets for the terrible-looking Meg Ryan movie.
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you see it, we had time to kill before the movie, so we wound up at the local mall. Half an hour into the date and I was beginning to realize that yacht club boy was more than a little boring. My survival mechanism activated and I decided to salvage the date by having a little fun. Yacht boy seemed incapable of having fun.
Twenty minutes later we were standing in a music store and I was piling a collection of N'Sync dolls into his arms. Why? I'm not sure. It was more than a little ridiculous, but it was making me laugh. Yacht boy offered me a bemused smile.
As I led him through the store, N'Sync dolls in hand, we ran into a friend of his from the debate team. His friend had a pocket watch and dared me to run up to random strangers repeating "I'm late. I'm late for a very important date." This seemed like an excellent idea to me.
It was definitely the most fun I had that evening.
The movie was atrocious. The conversation was forced. Looking back at that date, I can't help but roll my eyes.
But you know what? Pocket watch guy? He was awesome, and we saw each other again. It wasn't a romantic thing. We just had a lot of fun together. He was a groomsman at my wedding and I was his date to prom. So I guess maybe Yacht guy and I's awkward date turned out to be pretty awesome after all.
So when in doubt, always, always drag boring dates around, holding N'Sync dolls.
About Gennifer Albin:
Gennifer Albin holds a Masters degree in English Literature from the University of Missouri. A recovering academic, she turned to writing her own books. In her free time she sits on the National Novel Writing Month Advisory Board, laughs (and cries) with her mom writers group, and watches too much Doctor Who (if that’s possible). Gennifer lives in Poulsbo, Washington with her family.
I went on a date with a guy and though I may write romance, I am actually pretty vanilla when it comes to sex, much to my husband's disappointment. So, years and years and years ago I went out with this guy and some friends, and I had a bit too much to drink (there's a shocker) and then we ended up at my friend’s house. Well, he was kissing me, and then his hands began to wander and I was more than done with this date. So, I had a stroke of genius, said I had to use the restroom, since he didn't seem to understand the word "no" and I ran from the living room, and then ended up sleeping on the floor in my friend's daughter's room. When I was sober, I hopped in my car and drove home, never to see the man again, thankfully :)
NYT and USA Today Best Selling Author Melody Anne has written the popular series, Billionaire Bachelors, Surrender, Baby for the Billionaire, and she also has a young adult series: Midnight Fire, Midnight Moon and Midnight Storm – Rise of the Dark Angel.
Originally from the picturesque coastal town of Florence, Oregon, Melody often takes her readers to small town locations, not too unlike the small town she grew up in. As an aspiring author she wrote for years, until publishing in 2011 her first three books, which would later become the wildly successful Billionaire Bachelors series.
Holding a Bachelor’s Degree in business, and having left behind the airline industry with all of its business travelers, she loves to write about strong, powerful, businessmen and the corporate world.
When Melody isn’t writing, she cultivates strong bonds with her family and relatives and enjoys time spent with them as well as her friends, and beloved pets. Living in the heart of Oregon’s wine country, the Willamette Valley, Melody continues to be a country girl at heart. She loves the small town and strong community she lives in and is involved in many community projects.
As most of you probably know a blind date can be one of the most awkward and miserable times in your life. Especially when you’re eighteen years old and you’re looking for the type of guy who has perfectly gelled hair, nice clothes, a bad ass car, and of course … hot as hell. I’ll admit, those qualities aren’t always important, but I was young. My date’s name was Chris and he was a good friend of one of my girlfriends. She thought he would be a good match for me so I figured … why not, right? I talked to him on the phone the day before and he seemed pretty cool. We talked about random things, even about how I wanted a dog so I could name her Muffin.
Okay, so he comes to pick me up in his white Ford Mustang which was pretty cool. I looked out my bedroom window and saw it before leaving my bedroom. I was nervous and I could hear him down the hall talking to my Mom who answered the door and let him in. My best friend knew the kind of guys I liked to date so I figured he’d be all I ever wanted. Boy was I completely wrong! I’m a very tall girl and I NEVER dated anyone shorter than me. I refused to do that. Well, it just so happens that he was shorter than me and he had the worst posture ever. I wanted to tell him so many times to stand up straight but I kept it to myself. Love his heart he had some of the worst acne ever too; there were craters in his cheeks. He reminded me of Crater Face in Saved by the Bell. To top it all off, he brought me a stuffed dog with the name Muffin on the collar. Yeah, it was sweet, but it was so freaking dorky. The poor boy tried, but after dinner I was ready to call it an evening. Basically, I pulled the sick card and said I needed to go home. What’s worse is that I called my best friend up and told her all of this … well, she goes off and tells him everything I said. Needless to say, he wasn’t happy and called to let me know.
(What’s funny is that now I’m happily married and he’s a lot shorter than me.)
About L.P. Dover: