Better Late Than Never
My first date was when I was twelve years old and living in Germany. I took the bus to the air force base she lived on, and I was going to be early. Walking to her house I realized I didn’t remember the apartment number, and all the buildings looked exactly the same.
I said hello to a lot of confused people that night after knocking on their door. By the time I found her, I was really late and she was upset. We went to a dance where the boys I knew made terrible fun of me for having a date, and her friends were also being completely terrible.
The night ended with her crying and me wanting to crawl into a hole forever. Petra, if you are out there somewhere, I am sorry. Story credit: Reddit / Imk
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