Bad Dates, Airplane Tickets, and the Price of My Love

Thoughts on The Vibrant Years, week 3

This is not me, though it could be. photo: Mohamed Hassan

The Vibrant Years by Sonali Dev
Week three

If you're plucking along in your reading, you know there are dating disasters aplenty in this month's book. You also know that someone dies on a date with one of our heroines. Context is important here: he dies on her lap, grundies off. It was, shall we say, a climactic ending.

We've all had our share of dating disasters. Though I can't claim to have killed a man (or thankfully anyone), I've navigated plenty of my own romantic catastrophes.

Take the fart incident. Yes, I farted. Magnificently. Unexpectedly. This wasn't your dainty "Oops, I hope he didn't hear that!" moment. The wind escaping my downstairs was strong enough to flutter my underwear like curtains before a storm. He heard it. He couldn’t look me in the eyes. Suffice it to say, we didn't last long after that. But he was boring anyway, and I have reason to believe his mother still bought his underwear. It’s a story for another day.