My Vomit Story
It seems that everyone is telling their vomit story, so I figure mine was a pretty good one so I would share too.
It's Devil's Night, 2003. Future hubby and I went out for Chinese and then were going *cough,cough* to get romantic for the first time together.
Since we both lived with our parents he had rented a motel room for the night and made it all romantic and stuff.
We ate and then went back to the room, both nervous but me extra nervous. Don't know why I was so nervous, I wasn't a virginian.
We started getting *cough, cough* romantic and all of a sudden I get up, run to the bathroom and puked dinner up. I was in there for half an hour.
After that I was fine and we started getting *cough, cough* romantic again. Come to think of it, I didn't even brush my teeth. Talk about true love!
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