I’m in a bit of a predicament and could really use some advice. I recently went on a date that ended up being quite an ordeal, and I’m not sure how to go about things from here.
We were having dinner at a nice restaurant, and everything seemed to be going well. The conversation was flowing, and we were enjoying our time together. But then, after we had dessert, things took a turn for the worse. I had a sudden and severe gastrointestinal issue—without going into too much detail, it was a fucking shitty mess.
My date was understandably shocked and uncomfortable. I felt so fucking embarrassed and tried my best to clean up and apologize, but it was clear that the situation had ruined the evening. He left soon after (he wasn’t trying to be rude, just thought it was the best idea for the both of us in the moment) and I was left feeling embarrassed and unsure about what to do. I got home as I was in the bathroom and my mom came with some clothes as well thank god.
I’m starting to wonder if I should reach out to him and apologize for how the night ended or if it’s better to just let it go and move on.
Welcome to the human race. We’ve all had moments where our bodies betrayed us spectacularly, though yours certainly takes the cake (and the pants).
Let’s get real: This sucks. It’s mortifying, it’s gross, and it’s probably replaying in your head on a loop. But here’s the thing – it happened, and now you’ve got to figure out how to move forward without letting this define you or your dating life.
Should you reach out? Yeah, probably. Not because you owe him anything – bodies do what bodies do – but because it might help you process and move on. A simple text like, “Hey, so that wasn’t exactly how I planned our evening to go. Thanks for being understanding in the moment. Hope you’re having a better week!” keeps it light while acknowledging the elephant (or should I say, shart) in the room.
His response will tell you a lot. If he’s kind and understanding, great! Maybe there’s potential there. If he’s grossed out or doesn’t respond, well, you’ve got your answer and can close that chapter.
Either way, don’t let this one shitty (pun intended) experience keep you from putting yourself out there again. We’ve all got embarrassing stories – yours just happens to be extra… fragrant. Own it, laugh about it (eventually), and remember: at least you’ve got a hell of an ice-breaker for your next girls’ night.