I was 20 and the guy I had been in love with from afar for months had finally asked me out and we were on our first date. It was a wonderful, magical night and everything went perfectly. It was a dream come true. We went out for a romantic dinner, and had the special for two. Then off to a romantic movie. He was thoughtful, charming and sweet, everything I had hoped he would be. The night finally came to and end, he walked me to the door. We stood there making nervous small talk as I wondered if he was going to kiss me goodnight. I started feeling a little strange, but just assumed it was because I was nervous, I so wanted him to kiss me. Just as he was leaning in, our lips almost touching, everything went black. Yep, you guessed it, passed out cold. Dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes and woke up a couple minutes later with him kneeled over me with the most panicked expression I’ve ever seen. He helped me up and got me something to drink, waited until I felt better and then when he was sure I was alright, made a polite goodbye and left without my ever getting that kiss. The perfect moment to find out I’m hypoglycemic… I haven’t heard from him since.