The waitress brings her to my table, and I see another man walking with her.
Betting on how your date will go, really funny.
After the most awkward kiss of my life, I told him I had to go study and we should probably head our separate ways.
I was irrationally scared that something terrible was going to happen, like my farting and not being able to cover up the smell.
Description: They both sit down which got me really confused. I had previously made a 'bet' with her wherein if she won, I'd make her dinner and bake pie, but if I won she had to make out with me — either way, win-win, right?