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Great Moments in Domer Dating History by DomerJD

In honor of St Valentine.....
What was the most ridiculous, most awkward, most horrifyingly embarassing (yet amusing) moment in your dating life?

This is my story. I think it might be the absolute low point in the history of gender relations at Notre Dame.

My freshman year I was set up on a blind date for an SYR. The guy was a sophomore, and I met him for the first time when he picked me up for the dance. Within about five minutes I determined that 1) we had absolutely nothing in common and 2) I was not attracted to him at all, and it was fairly obvious that he felt the same way. A long night stretched ahead, so we both opted for the obvious solution to this problem: Get totally plastered.
So numerous Natty Lights are consumed, and madness ensues. I decide that it would be a totally awesome idea to make out with this guy, obviously since I have no interest in ever speaking to him again- so why not make it as awkward as humanly possible when I run into him in the dining hall in the future.
So, he squires me to the computer lab in his dorm. You read that correctly-- THE COMPUTER LAB. Sweet. Then, he proceeds to drop his pants. That's right-- He fully dropped trou.
And then, he proceeds to deliver what will forever stand as the absolute worst pickup line I have ever heard:
"So, looks like my pants fell down. What are you going to do about it?"
What did I do, you ask? I did what any seventeen year old (yep, not even legal) Catholic-schoolgirl virgin would do in that situation:
I cowered in the corner, and then I got the hell out of dodge.

Two years later, I was relating this story to a friend of mine, who I didn't know when this happened- and she stared at me in disbelief and said, "Wait a minute-- that was YOU?" She went to SMC, but had still heard this story somehow. Awesome.

It's also worth noting that I ran into the offending pantsdropper at a tailgate several years ago, and we had a good laugh about the whole thing.