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on October 14, 2014

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The brilliantly talented Collette Cameron wants us to reveal some of our dating secrets (and not the fun ones). Well, here’s mine:

Self-sabotage (if that’s what it was) isn’t pretty. But then, neither was my date with Dennis.

Our parents thought we would be the perfect match. He was a handsome lawyer from THE family in town. I had decent credentials myself. The problem was he just showed up one afternoon when I was checking the thermostat on my car. Complete with a grease stain on my nose and dirty fingernails. Lovely.

My mother was aghast, so I quickly washed and changed into something appropriate. Wait a minute. He just appeared. How was I expected to know? Or, should I just dress up every day, looking perfect, on the off chance my dating life might pick up?

He took me to a restaurant and I did try to be charming. He was everything a future husband should be, after all. Here’s the thing. He smelled funny. Not bad like onions or body odor, not cologne-y. Just funny. There’s no other way to explain it. The scent seemed to linger in the back of my throat.

After we ate, I wasn’t feeling well, so he took me home. That smell lingered and I was no sooner in the door than the vomiting started.  And continued. Until I was laid up in bed, thinking I would have to get better in order to die.

He stopped by the next day, again unannounced. This time, though, he was trying to be considerate, although I would have preferred a phone call. My skin was still a lovely shade of whitish-gray. He only stayed for a moment, since I began to feel nauseous again. It was that smell.

Needless to say, we went our separate ways. He is now a multi-zillionaire and I write books about relationships that don’t fail. I wonder if he still smells?

Let’s commiserate with Veronica Forand on her disaster.

Veronica Forand –

7 thoughts on “Romance Weekly”

  1. RaiBal says:

    Laughing, laughing, and not laughing. You poor, sweet thing! Hey, I think I know that smell, or maybe Dennis? LOL it was a good warning sign that manifested itself in a bad way. Thanks for sharing! 😀

  2. OMG that’s hysterical. I mean, now it is. I’m sure it was horrid then. 🙂

  3. Good grief! Wonder what the smell was.

  4. Fiona Riplee says:

    I’m not usually happy when someone gets sick but in this case I think it was for the best. 🙂 Funny story.

  5. Wow. The nose knows. Y’know? Poor dear!

  6. vickimixon says:

    Too funny. If that had happened to me I’d swear it was my grandmother warning me from beyond. She had control issues and very opinionated on appropriate boyfriends. No matter who issued the olfactory warning– obviously Mr. Gazillionaire wasn’t the one for you. Great story.

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