photo credit: Mark Scirocco
For my first date with my boyfriend he wanted to take me on a hike up Prospect Mountain. I'm more of a wine and dine kind of girl, but this sounded like an exciting alternative to a first date. I wore jeans with no belt, Tom's slip on shoes, and a flannel (looking cute is important, right?) and I was mortified about 30 minutes into our trip.
As I laughed to cover up my shortness of breath, heaved my pants up every two seconds, and found reasons to fall behind (like taking in the view) I realized I was not prepared at all for this journey. I "made up" lunch plans I had with my aunt and ditched out on our date early; as I climbed down the mountain, I prayed that he believed me.