Valentine's Day and the Norovirus.

My husband (boyfriend at the time) decided to take me to a very nice restaurant
for a romantic Valentine's Day dinner. Everything started off very nicely. The
food was good, the conversation was pleasant and we both looked great. After
the appetizers, I started to feel a little sick to my stomach, so I just sort
of shuffled my food around on my plate so as to not ruin his meal or the rest
of the night. I figured it would pass and I would be sexy as heck and all that
goes with Valentine's NIGHT. Then my stomach flip flopped, and I knew I was
definitely not going to be sexy for much longer. I excused myself and quickly
ran to the ladies' room, where I was relieved of my meal thus far. After the
cold sweats calmed down, I went back to the table expecting my man to question
where I had been for so long, but he was no longer there. The waitress came
over and told me he asked her to let me know he needed to go to the bathroom as
well. Apparently, something similar was happening to him in the men's room.
Needless to say, we left soon thereafter and spent the rest of the night
together, me in the slung over the bathtub and him on the floor of the
bathroom. Since then, we got married and had two baby girls, so I guess it
wasn't a total disaster. We never did find out if it was a bug or food
poisoning.