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Last week, I (29M) went on a second date with a woman I really like (28F). We went to a cozy pasta place, and it was going great, laughing, sharing bites, chemistry was there.
Then she started choking.
She made a weird noise and stood up suddenly, clutching her chest. I stood up too panicked and thought she was just overwhelmed or emotional. In my adrenaline-fueled idiocy, I pulled her into a hug.
She tried to push me away but couldn’t speak. A waiter tackled her from behind and performed the Heimlich. Out popped a piece of calamari. She was fine.
Me? Mortified. She didn’t say anything at first. Then she started laughing hysterically and said, “Did you really just try to love me back to life?”
We’re still talking, somehow. But she now calls me CPR (Cuddle-Performing Rescuer).
TL;DR: My date choked and I thought she wanted a hug. Waiter saved her life. I looked like a clown.
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