the face in sand date.

One of the most written about things in women's magazines is ''How to get a second date'', or more so, ''How to keep your man interested in you". As I skim through these magazines almost every time I'm at the checkout line at the store, I've noticed all the advice consists of being sweet, funny, charismatic, graceful, and ''easy-going''. Well, as I was on my first few dates with Justin, I was definitely trying to work out the ''lessons'' I had learned in these magazines for years in real life. I laugh a lot anyways, but I was especially giggly, was trying to be light on my feet and ''go with the flow''. On our 3rd date, Justin took me to a camp that we met at to have a sunlight dinner and walk around, very romantic, right? It was late August and the trees were just starting to change along with the crisp summer night air so the night was perfect. We decided to walk around for a bit and came to the volleyball court, so we started a little competition. I said I would definitely win, and he said he would win... so we both were working hard to prove our volleyball skills far exceeded each others. We hit the ball back and forth and it was getting a little heated, more so from my side because he was winning. I went for the ball one last time, and BAM I face planted into the wet sand. I don't mean just a on the knees fall. I mean totally pancake flat on my face type of face plant. Please remember, this was our 3rd date. I hop up and try to play it cool, knees and face throbbing from the impact, repeating to myself, "Please don't cry, please don't cry." Come to find out, Justin was saying the exact same thing to himself. Thankfully, gracefulness must not be at the top of Justin's requirements because we've had many, many dates since then. So maybe, girls, you should try falling pancake flat on the ground on a date instead of telling the latest joke you heard.. it seems to work! ;)