I had a crush on this totally cute guy for the longest time, sso when he finally asked me out I was really excited. We decided to go to a nice italian restaraunt one Friday. I have a pretty small bladder, and by the time i get home from school I usually have to go to the bathroom, but i was so caught up in what to wear i didn't have time. He picked me up and we went out to eat. When we sat down at the table in the restaraunt, I already had to go, and by the time our food got there, i was practically dying. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, but it was a popular restaraunt with only one bathroom, and the line was pretty long. I didn't want to keep my new date waiting for too long, so i decided to go back later when the line got shorter. I sat down, and we started talking, and i forgot about having to go the the bathroom-almost. When the waiter was re-filling my drink, I realized I couldn't hold it any longer-I got up to run to the bathroom but when i stood up, my body gave up. I was standing up in the middle of a restaraunt, peeing on myself infront of everyone-including my new boyfriend. I started crying, grabbed my purse, and dashed out of there, catching the nearest cab home.