Ex-girlfriend drama with a side of soy sauce
My worst date was the very first date with my husband. This all happened more than a decade ago, circa 2009, at Sakae Sushi – it was popular when we were teens for the affordable sushi buffet. The Toa Payoh branch, if you need context, is in a heartland area with aunties side-eyeing us for daring to venture to a restaurant in our school uniforms at 4pm. It was all okay… until he slid the menu across the table in a very schoolboy manner – meaning all bravado with no finesse. And of course, the edge of the menu caught the soy sauce bottle and it toppled all over me. I was soaked in soy sauce – not only was my shirt soaked, but I smelled like I’d just showered in a savoury, salty bath. He was apologetic but it was an equal mix of being appalled while choking back his laughter. Oh well, I thought, deciding to pass it off.
It went smoothly till we decided to head home, and somehow, his ex-girlfriend knew that we met up. It wasn’t technically a “date” – no one called it that back then. We were simply hanging out. But she kept calling and calling, and we were standing in the middle of a grass field and he was asking “what do I say?”, to which I was, “I don’t know??”. It was chaotic, to say the least. But hey, it all worked out, and we’re now happily married. Don’t underestimate the lasting impression of a supposedly “shitty” date – at least it’s memorable.