Martini Mischief

Hey Martini Mischief…I love your blog and thought I’d submit one of my misadventures.  It’s definitely one of the most embarrassing things to happen to me.

 I had recently broken up with a guy I had been dating for three years.  I thought our relationship was going nowhere, and so I ended things, to his surprise.  So, a little more than a year later I really regretted my decision.  I missed Jon terribly, and no guys that I had met even began to measure up to him.  I hadn’t heard from, or seen John since our break-up, but I’d heard that he was dating someone, pretty seriously, and I was suddenly feeling really jealous.  I figured that if I could have even ten minutes alone with him, I could talk him into getting back together.

 My best friend, Leticia, who works with Jon’s sister-in-law, found out that Jon was going to be at this really swanky restaurant on a particular Saturday night.  Lety and I concocted this scheme, where I would wear this really tight, really short dress, and some awesome shoes, and just “happen” to walk by his table.  I would look so unbelievably hot that Jon would totally forget this new girl, and want to get back with me.

 Not knowing what time Jon would show up at this restaurant, Lety and I showed up to bar about 9pm.  The dress was completely awesome, and so were the shoes; the heels on these shoes were like 3-1/2” high, and were the sexiest shoes I had ever worn.  Lety and I were drinking martinis, because it completed the sophisticated look we were going for.

 Anyway, Jon came in a while later, and Lety thought it was best for me to wait until after they ordered dinner to walk by.  I kept sneaking peaks at them, while they drank their wine, and looked at the menu.  They finally ordered and I got ready to strut my stuff.  As I got close to the table, two things happened at once: 1) I saw what looked suspiciously like an engagement ring on the Jon’s girlfriend’s finger, 2) I bumped into a passing waiter, causing him to spill a tray of drinks and appetizers.  I promptly fell flat on my ass, in the middle of the mess, and all the noise caused Jon and his girlfriend to notice me sprawled on the floor.  Jon helped me up, and hugged me, and introduced his girlfriend, and then Lety walked over and made excuses to get me out of there. 

 Outside in the parking lot, I asked Lety how bad it might have looked to Jon.  She said, it wasn’t the fall that was so bad.  It was the fact that my ass was covered in red wine and spinach and artichoke dip!

 Anyway that’s my story.  I look forward to reading more your blog posts.

 Jacinda

Portland, OR