I Almost Drowned in a Romantic Hot Tub Date… and My Boyfriend Thought I Was Being Dramatic
My partner and I rented a cozy Airbnb for a romantic weekend getaway. Candlelights, wine, fluffy robes — the whole cliché. The highlight was supposed to be the outdoor hot tub under the stars.
He got in first and looked perfectly fine, so I climbed in too.
Within seconds, I realized something was VERY wrong.
The heat hit me like a tranquilizer dart from a nature documentary. My entire body went weak. My ears started ringing. I remember thinking, “Wow… this water is aggressively hot.”
Then absolutely nothing.
Apparently, I fainted face-first straight into the water like a malfunctioning manatee.
My boyfriend had to yank me out of the tub while fully convinced I was dying. When I finally woke up on the deck wrapped in towels, he was pale, crying, and yelling:
“WHY WOULD YOU PRETEND TO DROWN DURING A DATE?!”
Sir… I was unconscious.
Meanwhile, I’m sitting there confused, freezing, and trying to explain that the hot tub betrayed me personally.
Now the Airbnb trip photos are hilarious because they go from romantic selfies to me looking like I narrowly survived a shipwreck.
Anyway, lesson learned:
Hot tubs are not relaxation devices. They are soup for humans.
