In honor of Valentine’s Day, we’ll be posting your favorite artists’ best OR worst first date experience. First up is Matt Tieman from Winslow! Check out his amazing, perfect, fiasco date experience!

Best or worst first date ever, huh? Well, one experience does come to mind… honestly, I think it was a little bit of both, if you can imagine that. Let me take you back to New Year’s Eve a couple of years ago (harps playing). I went to this house party with Maurice (our lead singer) and got just a wee bit tipsy (not that I would ever condone drinking). Amidst the partygoers there was this adorable little blonde girl in a black dress that caught my attention… You know the girl. You’ve seen her before: big pretty eyes, curly blonde locks, adorable little body, the whole deal. My uncanny powers of perception tell me we hit it off – at least enough to make out for a little while and exchange numbers, anyway. lol. The date itself didn’t occur until the next night, New Year’s Day or night or whatever. For some reason we thought it was a great idea to rush out on a date within hours of meeting one another. (I mean let’s be fair, these types of scenarios never really work out.) We met up at this steakhouse (name omitted for fear of copyright infringement). At first, everything went according to Hoyle, strong eye contact, witty banter, realization of common interests, etc, etc. To top it off, the dinner itself was even great. I don’t have the faintest recollection of what I ate, but it was simply delectable. It wasn’t until at least an hour or two into this fiasco that things start to go south. Let me backtrack here for one second and give the dear readers some more info on this girl. She was young, I mean JUST TURNED 21young. She was also SUPER Christian. Flat out, this girl told me she had her first drink EVER just a few days before (already doomed). Now, back to the story at hand. I made two fatal moves here that I can see. I will delineate. 1) I drank. I mean, I had a few…. Definitely had a slight buzz for sure. 2) I may or may not have mentioned some other things I have done (I will spare the audience past tales of my debauchery). There was a clear and definite moment when the light switch got flipped ‘off’. I mean, one minute the lights are on and shining bright and the next they’re off, leaving nothing but the cold, cold, darkness. Alas, not all was lost. The turn of events most certainly did not keep her from sucking my face for a while in the car. J The moral of this story, kids, is simple: don’t go on dates with smart, young, morally upstanding people. It will most certainly end in disastrous fashion. This has been a public service announcement, brought to you by Winslow.

Written by Catherine Powell