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QUOTE(Megan McArdle)
The food came, I started to eat it, and after the first bite, and he actually made a joke about women eating sausage that made me not able to eat any more food.
Also, as he drank more, he started trying to grab my knee under the table — I’d known him now for an hour and a half. The service was really slow, which was just making it worse… I was so mad at this point because he was like a hydra. I’d slap one hand away and four more would grow in its place…
Then we got up to leave and we walked outside and he was like, “Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap?” …It was around 8 o’clock at night. I was like, “First of all, it’s 8 o’clock and my night’s not quite capped. Second of all, I wouldn’t go back to your apartment because I just met you.” ….Then he looked at me and said, “Well then, how are you planning to pay for dinner?”
Also, as he drank more, he started trying to grab my knee under the table — I’d known him now for an hour and a half. The service was really slow, which was just making it worse… I was so mad at this point because he was like a hydra. I’d slap one hand away and four more would grow in its place…
Then we got up to leave and we walked outside and he was like, “Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap?” …It was around 8 o’clock at night. I was like, “First of all, it’s 8 o’clock and my night’s not quite capped. Second of all, I wouldn’t go back to your apartment because I just met you.” ….Then he looked at me and said, “Well then, how are you planning to pay for dinner?”
Two stick in my memory, both blind dates (on from a dating website, the other from small ads)
1. Small ads.
We chatted on the phone and got on great - we talked for three or four hours and seemed to get on like a house on fire. We decided to meet the next evening in a local pub. We both seemed to like the look of each other and settled in a corner.
Unfortunately, the pub got heavingly busy almost immediately, so our cosy nook rapidly got to be extremely noisy with a view of nothing but waistlines. And worse, we'd exhausted so much of the small talk on the phone the night before that the only things we could talk about (this was a first, and blind, date, so we didn't know anyone in common) were...
...politics and religion.
I'm an argumentative left-wing atheist.
Er...
She wasn't.
Put it this way, I had enormous fun. But there was no possible hope of us ever meeting again.
2. Internet dating.
This was a year or two later. She lived in London. We'd chatted on the phone (not too extensively - I learned that much) and decided to meet up. I caught the train up, and when I arrived I called her cell phone to check where to meet her, as agreed.
"Hello! Oh! Was that today? I stayed with friend in Wimbeldon* last night"
*This is like arranging to meet someone in Central Park then phoning them to find out they are currently in East Brooklyn - it would take about a hour and a half for her to get back into town.
It was a nice day, and I was near Hyde Park, so this was about as good a place to kill 90 minutes as anywhere else on Earth. No problem.
About two hours later she called to say she was back at her flat and could I meet her there. I went over to find her on the telephone to a local department store. Her flatmate had left a hot cup on her (rather fine) dining table and it had left one of those white rings on the dark varnish. She was demanding to talk to the manager of homewares to get him to tell her how to get the ring off. And taking a long time to do it. After about 40 minutes of standing around like a lemon, I phoned my mum and she told me the best bet was cigar ash, inside of 5 minutes.
So now, on the way to our (much delayed) lunch, we had to stop at a tobacconist to buy cigars. Like most small shopkeepers in inner London he was a Pakistani or Bengali man. While he had a heavy accent, he spoke perfectly good English, but she insisted on speaking to him like the comedy stereotype of the English abroad - she basically shouted at him very slowly.
We then walked down a street near where she lived where she loudly opined (in cut-glass upper-class English tones) on how many <expletive deleted> foreigners there were around here. Judging by the looks they gave, many of them had no problems with their English. We finally arrived at our lunch destination at around 4pm. She - being the local - had chosen the venue, and plumped for an Indian restaurant, giving her ample opportunity to further demonstrate her bigotry and - more annoyingly - her complete lack of any sensitivity. It was as if she thought "they're brown, so they can't understand my highbrow views, therefore it is safe to broadast them".
The final depths were plumbed when it came time to order food. After keeping me from my victuals for hours she announced that she'd already had a big lunch in Wimbledon so did I mind eating alone. And then proceeded to sit an jabber more half-cocked but eye-wateringly offensive opinions on every subject under the sun while I munched away.
Oddly my appetite had gone by now and I found an urgent reason why I needed to catch the next train home. She skipped away happily, blowing kisses like we'd had everyone's dream date.
Which betrayed her biggest flaw. Not only was she a self-absorbed, solipsistic ignoramus of worldbeating insensitivity and bigotry, she was incredibly stupid.
For the record, I've also been on a couple of dates where I've been the annoying one (I daresay my date for the first one would put me in that category). But that's not for me to say.
1. Small ads.
We chatted on the phone and got on great - we talked for three or four hours and seemed to get on like a house on fire. We decided to meet the next evening in a local pub. We both seemed to like the look of each other and settled in a corner.
Unfortunately, the pub got heavingly busy almost immediately, so our cosy nook rapidly got to be extremely noisy with a view of nothing but waistlines. And worse, we'd exhausted so much of the small talk on the phone the night before that the only things we could talk about (this was a first, and blind, date, so we didn't know anyone in common) were...
...politics and religion.
I'm an argumentative left-wing atheist.
Er...
She wasn't.
Put it this way, I had enormous fun. But there was no possible hope of us ever meeting again.
2. Internet dating.
This was a year or two later. She lived in London. We'd chatted on the phone (not too extensively - I learned that much) and decided to meet up. I caught the train up, and when I arrived I called her cell phone to check where to meet her, as agreed.
"Hello! Oh! Was that today? I stayed with friend in Wimbeldon* last night"
*This is like arranging to meet someone in Central Park then phoning them to find out they are currently in East Brooklyn - it would take about a hour and a half for her to get back into town.
It was a nice day, and I was near Hyde Park, so this was about as good a place to kill 90 minutes as anywhere else on Earth. No problem.
About two hours later she called to say she was back at her flat and could I meet her there. I went over to find her on the telephone to a local department store. Her flatmate had left a hot cup on her (rather fine) dining table and it had left one of those white rings on the dark varnish. She was demanding to talk to the manager of homewares to get him to tell her how to get the ring off. And taking a long time to do it. After about 40 minutes of standing around like a lemon, I phoned my mum and she told me the best bet was cigar ash, inside of 5 minutes.
So now, on the way to our (much delayed) lunch, we had to stop at a tobacconist to buy cigars. Like most small shopkeepers in inner London he was a Pakistani or Bengali man. While he had a heavy accent, he spoke perfectly good English, but she insisted on speaking to him like the comedy stereotype of the English abroad - she basically shouted at him very slowly.
We then walked down a street near where she lived where she loudly opined (in cut-glass upper-class English tones) on how many <expletive deleted> foreigners there were around here. Judging by the looks they gave, many of them had no problems with their English. We finally arrived at our lunch destination at around 4pm. She - being the local - had chosen the venue, and plumped for an Indian restaurant, giving her ample opportunity to further demonstrate her bigotry and - more annoyingly - her complete lack of any sensitivity. It was as if she thought "they're brown, so they can't understand my highbrow views, therefore it is safe to broadast them".
The final depths were plumbed when it came time to order food. After keeping me from my victuals for hours she announced that she'd already had a big lunch in Wimbledon so did I mind eating alone. And then proceeded to sit an jabber more half-cocked but eye-wateringly offensive opinions on every subject under the sun while I munched away.
Oddly my appetite had gone by now and I found an urgent reason why I needed to catch the next train home. She skipped away happily, blowing kisses like we'd had everyone's dream date.
Which betrayed her biggest flaw. Not only was she a self-absorbed, solipsistic ignoramus of worldbeating insensitivity and bigotry, she was incredibly stupid.
For the record, I've also been on a couple of dates where I've been the annoying one (I daresay my date for the first one would put me in that category). But that's not for me to say.
QUOTE(Mrs. Pigpen @ Apr 29 2008, 07:00 AM) 
Thought this might be a fun (or painful ) topic. What was your worst date ever?
Here's a start, from a blog:
) topic. What was your worst date ever?Here's a start, from a blog:
QUOTE(Megan McArdle)
The food came, I started to eat it, and after the first bite, and he actually made a joke about women eating sausage that made me not able to eat any more food.
Also, as he drank more, he started trying to grab my knee under the table — I’d known him now for an hour and a half. The service was really slow, which was just making it worse… I was so mad at this point because he was like a hydra. I’d slap one hand away and four more would grow in its place…
Then we got up to leave and we walked outside and he was like, “Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap?” …It was around 8 o’clock at night. I was like, “First of all, it’s 8 o’clock and my night’s not quite capped. Second of all, I wouldn’t go back to your apartment because I just met you.” ….Then he looked at me and said, “Well then, how are you planning to pay for dinner?”
Also, as he drank more, he started trying to grab my knee under the table — I’d known him now for an hour and a half. The service was really slow, which was just making it worse… I was so mad at this point because he was like a hydra. I’d slap one hand away and four more would grow in its place…
Then we got up to leave and we walked outside and he was like, “Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap?” …It was around 8 o’clock at night. I was like, “First of all, it’s 8 o’clock and my night’s not quite capped. Second of all, I wouldn’t go back to your apartment because I just met you.” ….Then he looked at me and said, “Well then, how are you planning to pay for dinner?”
First date with my wife... My wife even now looks much younger than she is... I had just met her - this gorgeous little red head with gigantic, uh front parts, so totally out of my league.... I'm 20... I'm not exactly sure how old she is. We go to a party. She's dressed, well oddly, a light blue jump suit (yeah, I said jump suit) and these funky sneakers. Otherwise she's stunning. We're at the party about 20 minutes when she tells me she's on cold medicine, she's just had her third tequila shot, she feels weird and Oh yeah, I'm only 17. I picked her up, put her in my car and took her home. It was about 8:30. Still, she felt reaaaaallllly good when I picked her up.
Turns out she wasn't sure she wanted to date me. So she dressed poorly, and pretended to be wasted and Oh by the way, I'm 18. Because I wasn't a tool about all that and asked her out after I checked her license she decided she did want to go out with me. And we've been mismatched ever since
I went back to the UK in 1992 (when I was 22) seeking entry to an art school in the north of the country. During my week long visit, I stayed with my paternal grandafther and he introduced me to some of his various frends and aquaintances. One of these had a daughter who worked in Liverpool and as I had several days to burn it was suggested that she show me about the city. This she graciously did and I went to see the various art museums, the Walker and the Tate, and enjoyed myself. After this we ate at a Chinese restaurant where I almost choked to death on some kind of green paste which I suspect was really Japanese, and then we drove back to the town where my grandfather lived and went to a pub. Since I don't drink alcohol and I'm not an assertive person in a social setting, I was content to listen to her and several other people who happened to be there. After what seemed an apropriate time I said good bye and thanked her for taking me to see Liverpool, and went back to my grandfathers to sleep.
A few days later I was asked by my grandfather if everything had been alright to which I replied, yes. I had had a very nice time. It transpired that the yong lady was under the impression that we'd been on a date and she'd been bored to tears by my four hour visit to art galleries. I hadn't noticed this at all and I certainly hadn't realsied I was on a date!
I suppose that was my worst date and I must accept repsonsibility for having bored my date to tears staring at contemporary works of art.
A few days later I was asked by my grandfather if everything had been alright to which I replied, yes. I had had a very nice time. It transpired that the yong lady was under the impression that we'd been on a date and she'd been bored to tears by my four hour visit to art galleries. I hadn't noticed this at all and I certainly hadn't realsied I was on a date!
I suppose that was my worst date and I must accept repsonsibility for having bored my date to tears staring at contemporary works of art.
When Lydia came to visit me near DC after having done a bunch of email before that was cool, we got into the hot and horny phase while still in the airport. Drinks flowed at airport prices, and as we were leaving, I was short for the parking fee.
She graciously paid the five bucks, and I've never heard the end of that one. But still, I was a very cheap date. Five bucks for multiple orgasms? That's fair I think.
Then on a subsequent visit, we went to have dinner with my coworkers (we were all contractors) from Xerox. They had thought that Lydia was my made-up girlfriend, an obvious ploy to keep out of their romantic intrigues. Well, there she was! One woman was very upset that Lydia actually existed and made a complete jackass of herself. Was that funny? It was, and pathetic too, which I suppose makes it more funny. Think Mrs. Bunker meets Ms. Hepburn.
There's nothing more embarassing than running across your other girlfriend while on a date with your other girlfriend. That was the college years when it was supposed to be cool, but it was not. You can't change the world just like that.
Geez, when I think of all the opportunities to get hitched to women with money, it's also pathetic. What ever was I thinking? Oh yeah, love. Love stinks. But I'd rather be poor and happy than rich and miserable. Maybe you can be rich and happy -- I just haven't seen that. It's probably my perspective.
Guess I don't have any sympathy for the woman with the octopus-handed date. What, did you think it was anything else than legal prostitution? Play the game, honey, or don't play at all. Well, the guy could have waited for the third date. But the old Master Card was near the max, you know?
Anyway, I like it better when money isn't an issue. But it always is, even if it's just five bucks.
She graciously paid the five bucks, and I've never heard the end of that one. But still, I was a very cheap date. Five bucks for multiple orgasms? That's fair I think.
Then on a subsequent visit, we went to have dinner with my coworkers (we were all contractors) from Xerox. They had thought that Lydia was my made-up girlfriend, an obvious ploy to keep out of their romantic intrigues. Well, there she was! One woman was very upset that Lydia actually existed and made a complete jackass of herself. Was that funny? It was, and pathetic too, which I suppose makes it more funny. Think Mrs. Bunker meets Ms. Hepburn.
There's nothing more embarassing than running across your other girlfriend while on a date with your other girlfriend. That was the college years when it was supposed to be cool, but it was not. You can't change the world just like that.
Geez, when I think of all the opportunities to get hitched to women with money, it's also pathetic. What ever was I thinking? Oh yeah, love. Love stinks. But I'd rather be poor and happy than rich and miserable. Maybe you can be rich and happy -- I just haven't seen that. It's probably my perspective.
Guess I don't have any sympathy for the woman with the octopus-handed date. What, did you think it was anything else than legal prostitution? Play the game, honey, or don't play at all. Well, the guy could have waited for the third date. But the old Master Card was near the max, you know?
Anyway, I like it better when money isn't an issue. But it always is, even if it's just five bucks.
I've had some really bad dates. My worst one is far too serious (I'm living proof a guy can be date raped - seriously), so I'll go with a more light-hearted second worst date:
I just got done playing a pretty big gig on a USO tour in Palma de Majorca. We had just left France and it was miserable for me because although I could get by on passable Spanglish (that gray area between Spanish and English), I couldn't speak 2 words of French. So, it was a relief to be in Spanish territory.
So, we're on our last song or two and one of the techs comes up to the side of the stage and tells me he's got two lovely ladies on the hook waiting for us to get done. So, while we're closing out the show, I find them in the crowd, he points his finger down on her head to let me know which one is "mine", and we're making eyes at each other. I'm thinking, wow...she's pretty hot...this is going to be a great night.
So, we get done and I go straight over to her and her friend, said hello, and she looked at me with a blank stare. She's from France.
We spent almost the entire night with her and her friend and couldn't talk to them. She started putting moves on me, I'd respond, and then she'd swat at me. If you think you can't figure out American women sometimes, try doing that while not being able to speak the language. It was miserable because she was hot as hell and liked me, but I couldn't figure out for the life of me what I was supposed to do. And no matter what I did, it was wrong. I had to finally give up. And for a single guy overseas playing music - alone - this was a tough break.
I just got done playing a pretty big gig on a USO tour in Palma de Majorca. We had just left France and it was miserable for me because although I could get by on passable Spanglish (that gray area between Spanish and English), I couldn't speak 2 words of French. So, it was a relief to be in Spanish territory.
So, we're on our last song or two and one of the techs comes up to the side of the stage and tells me he's got two lovely ladies on the hook waiting for us to get done. So, while we're closing out the show, I find them in the crowd, he points his finger down on her head to let me know which one is "mine", and we're making eyes at each other. I'm thinking, wow...she's pretty hot...this is going to be a great night.
So, we get done and I go straight over to her and her friend, said hello, and she looked at me with a blank stare. She's from France.
We spent almost the entire night with her and her friend and couldn't talk to them. She started putting moves on me, I'd respond, and then she'd swat at me. If you think you can't figure out American women sometimes, try doing that while not being able to speak the language. It was miserable because she was hot as hell and liked me, but I couldn't figure out for the life of me what I was supposed to do. And no matter what I did, it was wrong. I had to finally give up. And for a single guy overseas playing music - alone - this was a tough break.
Mine, oddly enough was a flying date and those almost never went wrong. But this one sure did. 
I had gone out with this woman from where I worked a few times before, we'd flown to Riverside for dinner once and also down to San Diego and she seemed to enjoy riding in my little airplane. So, one night she tells me her sister is getting married in a few weeks up in Lake Tahoe and would I like to go with her to the ceremony which actually meant would I like to fly her up to Lake Tahoe. Sure! Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate and Tahoe's airport got shut down by a late season snow storm. Nobody and I mean NOBODY got into that airport that weekend, including commercial carriers. So, we flew into Sacramento and ended up taking a bus to Tahoe. Somehow this was my fault. And things went downhill from there. She wanted me to teach her how to play craps, but she wouldn't follow my advice. Instead, she made sucker bets and lost her gambling money within the first hour or so. My fault too (even though I was winning). Then, she hated every restaurant we went to even though it's nearly impossible to find a bad restaurant in Lake Tahoe. The topper though was when she refused to ride back to Sacramento on the bus because it left too early. By this time the weather had cleared so I ended up taking the bus alone, picking up the plane and flying back to Tahoe to pick her up. We hit some pretty nasty turbulence coming out of Tahoe over the mountains (my fault) and then ran into a headwind that added another 45 minutes to the flight back to LA (also my fault). The next day at work she runs around telling everyone what a crappy pilot I am! 
You can imagine my reaction when a couple of weeks later she came strolling into my office and asked me if I'd fly her out to meet some friends at Lake Havasu.
Aquilla
I had gone out with this woman from where I worked a few times before, we'd flown to Riverside for dinner once and also down to San Diego and she seemed to enjoy riding in my little airplane. So, one night she tells me her sister is getting married in a few weeks up in Lake Tahoe and would I like to go with her to the ceremony which actually meant would I like to fly her up to Lake Tahoe. Sure! Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate and Tahoe's airport got shut down by a late season snow storm. Nobody and I mean NOBODY got into that airport that weekend, including commercial carriers. So, we flew into Sacramento and ended up taking a bus to Tahoe. Somehow this was my fault. And things went downhill from there. She wanted me to teach her how to play craps, but she wouldn't follow my advice. Instead, she made sucker bets and lost her gambling money within the first hour or so. My fault too (even though I was winning). Then, she hated every restaurant we went to even though it's nearly impossible to find a bad restaurant in Lake Tahoe. The topper though was when she refused to ride back to Sacramento on the bus because it left too early. By this time the weather had cleared so I ended up taking the bus alone, picking up the plane and flying back to Tahoe to pick her up. We hit some pretty nasty turbulence coming out of Tahoe over the mountains (my fault) and then ran into a headwind that added another 45 minutes to the flight back to LA (also my fault). The next day at work she runs around telling everyone what a crappy pilot I am! You can imagine my reaction when a couple of weeks later she came strolling into my office and asked me if I'd fly her out to meet some friends at Lake Havasu.
Aquilla
My worst dates were in highschool. I wish I could go back and smack my younger self for what I put up with. An incident that comes to mind was one of my first dates ever, when I was 16, almost 17. I paid for meals on my dates back then (something my mother insisted on). I have always hated cheese, and this usually isn't a problem...I just order (whatever) without the cheese. My date was one of those verbally-abusive insecure types (who generally require some strong expletives to describe) but being so young I mistook his arrogance and condescension for confidence.
I ordered my meal, and asked for it without cheese. The server took my order, then his. Then he told her that I was a pain in the (expletive) to bring to restaurants because I won't eat cheese. She joined in and soon they were taking turns heckling me. "Why did you even come to a Mexican restaurant if you don't like cheese?" she asked, obviously thinking that my date was going to be the one paying her tip and not me. It went on like that, with pot-shots at me (for all variety of reasons, from my eating habits to appearance to personality) between the two of them at various times, whenever she came by, throughout the meal. When she brought the bill she placed it in front of him and started massaging his shoulders. Very weird. I guess she figured they had a nice rapport. The worst part? I was so insecure back then I actually gave her a good tip....and dated that guy again! Gah! Glad to not be 16 anymore.
I ordered my meal, and asked for it without cheese. The server took my order, then his. Then he told her that I was a pain in the (expletive) to bring to restaurants because I won't eat cheese. She joined in and soon they were taking turns heckling me. "Why did you even come to a Mexican restaurant if you don't like cheese?" she asked, obviously thinking that my date was going to be the one paying her tip and not me. It went on like that, with pot-shots at me (for all variety of reasons, from my eating habits to appearance to personality) between the two of them at various times, whenever she came by, throughout the meal. When she brought the bill she placed it in front of him and started massaging his shoulders. Very weird. I guess she figured they had a nice rapport. The worst part? I was so insecure back then I actually gave her a good tip....and dated that guy again! Gah! Glad to not be 16 anymore.
Jeez, I’ve had too many bad dates to count. One that stands out is the only lawyer I ever dated. We went out to dinner, had a decent time, light-hearted chit-chat (no groping, at least). Then he suggests we meet a couple of his (lawyer) friends and their dates for drinks. It was early, so I agreed. Then he proceeded to take me to a seedy dive bar in Van Nuys. There was an extremely inebriated guy talking trash to someone in the band. A lot of pushing and shoving and chest thumping ensued, after which they went outside to duke it out. What does my date do? Suggest we all go out and watch. Oh, sure, that’s my idea of entertainment – watching a couple of drunks punch each other silly. They all jump out of the booth and go outside, leaving me alone. The police arrive. By now, I’m steamed and a bit scared. This was before everyone had cell phones, and I was searching for a pay phone to call a taxi. My date finally comes in, recounting the fight in detail and acts all puzzled why I was upset. He convinced me to let him take me home. To this day, I wish I’d gotten that taxi. What a nightmare of a night.
I came up in the hard core right wing baptist church type christianity that is in America- so dating was pretty wierd in high school. You had to be kind of afraid of the preacher kids that were girls- you never knew quite what satanic craziness was going on in thier oppressed minds.
One of the craziest was when I had just turned 16. My Mom arranged a date with a preacher's kid for me- she was drop dead gorgeous and 15. Okay- I was on my best behavior.
The whole night she pleaded with me to get married to her so we could "start making babies"- no foolin.
So, the night didn't end when I had to have her home at 11:00- our curfew. The next day- the preacher calls my Ma and starts to try to arrange our marriage- no foolin.
Married after a first date- um, I don't think so? When I am 16? Even my Ma saw that it wasn't a very good idea.
One of the craziest was when I had just turned 16. My Mom arranged a date with a preacher's kid for me- she was drop dead gorgeous and 15. Okay- I was on my best behavior.
The whole night she pleaded with me to get married to her so we could "start making babies"- no foolin.
So, the night didn't end when I had to have her home at 11:00- our curfew. The next day- the preacher calls my Ma and starts to try to arrange our marriage- no foolin.
Married after a first date- um, I don't think so? When I am 16? Even my Ma saw that it wasn't a very good idea.
QUOTE(CruisingRam @ Apr 29 2008, 10:29 AM)
Married after a first date- um, I don't think so? When I am 16? Even my Ma saw that it wasn't a very good idea.
Are you sure you're not from Louisiana?
The worst date I ever had was MY fault, well sorta anyway. When I was in college, the first couple of years I had a steady girl friend... and that went south. I mean like a Carrie Underwood song bad.
SO- I'd had this girl in some of my classes that I was absolutely in love with, and I asked her out. She lived close to my office, and there was an Outback steakhouse right across the street. I worked during college, so one Friday night we met after work, at like 830p. She'd been at happy hr with a friend, so she was a little loopy and I decided to catch up... well, dinner and a few drinks turned into "which bar is next?"...
Ok- finally it was time to take her home, and we'd been drinkin', so it was Taxi cab time. JUST as I was getting into the cab, my ex-girlfriend shows up at the door to the car screaming. We'd been broken up about 2 months, but she wasn't hearin' that.
Long story short, we ended up in a kind of "car chase", telling the cabby to turn down this street and that. (Remember, the girl had been drinkin' since happy hr). She ended up throwing up in my lap. We thought we'd lost the crazy "ex", and pulled into her duplex. RIGHT as we were shutting the front door, guess who? Then began the 30-40 min of knocking, until I guess she gave up.
So... here I am, with an expensive cab right (in college when we were all broke), puke in my lap, and a crazy ex had knocked at the door for 1/2 hr or more. What could be worse?
Well... in that part of Louisiana, many of the houses have the mail slots on the front door. What was out front? You guessed it... the hose. We'd gone to the back bedroom to "hide", and "Crazy" had VERY quietly slid the water hose in the mail slot. About 30 min later we heard a weird sound... it was the water seeping under the bedroom door. "Crazy" had flooded her house, and "girl # 2" had no renters insurance. It took like 4 hrs and about $150 in carpet cleaning to fix the damage.
We called the police... no dice. No one could prove anything.
Oddly enough, "# 2" went out with me again. I wonder what ever happened to that girl...
QUOTE(Mrs. Pigpen @ Apr 29 2008, 07:00 AM)
Thought this might be a fun (or painful ) topic. What was your worst date ever?
) topic. What was your worst date ever?September 8, 2006.
QUOTE(aevans176 @ Apr 29 2008, 02:47 PM)
When I was in college, the first couple of years I had a steady girl friend... and that went south. I mean like a Carrie Underwood song bad.
You promoted hr for Prom Queen and then poured pig's blood on her and killed the good looking hunk with a bucket and then she burned he place to the ground?
Damn...
That is a bad date.
I kept running into this girl through mutual friends at weddings, Super Bowl parties, etc…and we seemed to have a lot in common so I asked her out.
Arrived at her apartment to pick her up and when we were getting into the car I went to open her door and BAM! She slammed the door shut and scolded me for a few minutes letting me know that she was a woman of the 80’s and was perfectly capable of opening her own !$# door. Needless to say that set a rather somber tone for the rest of the evening.
Of course she picked a really upscale restaurant whereas I prefer a casual, conversation friendly atmosphere for first dates. What conversation we did have was strained and things weren’t going very well mostly due to her earlier lecture because we had great chats in our prior meetings.
We had a very nice meal, a good bottle of wine, and during coffee I excused myself to go to the restroom. Understanding this was going to be the first and last date, on my way to the restroom I stopped my waiter and instructed him that when we were finished and I called for the bill take it and split it 50/50.
When he dropped both bills the look on her face was priceless. She asked me what was going on and I told her “Well, you’re a woman of the 80’s and if you can open your own !$# door then you could pay for your own !$# meal because I was tired of the lectures”.
Those were the last words spoke that evening and the ride to her place seemed like an eternity.
Arrived at her apartment to pick her up and when we were getting into the car I went to open her door and BAM! She slammed the door shut and scolded me for a few minutes letting me know that she was a woman of the 80’s and was perfectly capable of opening her own !$# door. Needless to say that set a rather somber tone for the rest of the evening.
Of course she picked a really upscale restaurant whereas I prefer a casual, conversation friendly atmosphere for first dates. What conversation we did have was strained and things weren’t going very well mostly due to her earlier lecture because we had great chats in our prior meetings.
We had a very nice meal, a good bottle of wine, and during coffee I excused myself to go to the restroom. Understanding this was going to be the first and last date, on my way to the restroom I stopped my waiter and instructed him that when we were finished and I called for the bill take it and split it 50/50.
When he dropped both bills the look on her face was priceless. She asked me what was going on and I told her “Well, you’re a woman of the 80’s and if you can open your own !$# door then you could pay for your own !$# meal because I was tired of the lectures”.
Those were the last words spoke that evening and the ride to her place seemed like an eternity.
My worst date wasn't my date's fault. It was the senior prom. My Nicaraguan boyfriend and I, two of his friends and their dates, rented a minivan for the occasion. This was my first official date ever. As in, alone with my date. So it was a big deal to me and a few years late in coming.
Caesar and I had the forethought to squirrel away articles we could place in scrapbooks for reflection. We didn't have a bag but we placed the corsage, ribbons and other small items we could take with us from the dinner party on the backseat.
Well it didn't take long to realize that his friends were willing to do/say anything to make their dates happy and hopefully get laid. Their attitude wasn't unexpected but nevertheless disappointing. Here we are, three couples together on prom night and it doesn't occur to them that what they say/do affects the two of us.
We ended up leaving the dinner party early, going to the beach, stopping by a 7-11, etc. Basically doing whatever these girls wanted to do without consideration for what we wanted.
But what really sucked was that after I was dropped off at my house the following day Caesar realized our paraphernalia was missing, including my corsage. When he asked his "friends" what had happened to our stuff they said they didn't know. It was obvious one of them gave it to his date, hoping to score.
If I could go back I'd ask them why didn't they just take prostitutes to the prom. They were of age and they wouldn't have had to trip over themselves, and annoy me, to score.
Caesar and I had the forethought to squirrel away articles we could place in scrapbooks for reflection. We didn't have a bag but we placed the corsage, ribbons and other small items we could take with us from the dinner party on the backseat.
Well it didn't take long to realize that his friends were willing to do/say anything to make their dates happy and hopefully get laid. Their attitude wasn't unexpected but nevertheless disappointing. Here we are, three couples together on prom night and it doesn't occur to them that what they say/do affects the two of us.
We ended up leaving the dinner party early, going to the beach, stopping by a 7-11, etc. Basically doing whatever these girls wanted to do without consideration for what we wanted.
But what really sucked was that after I was dropped off at my house the following day Caesar realized our paraphernalia was missing, including my corsage. When he asked his "friends" what had happened to our stuff they said they didn't know. It was obvious one of them gave it to his date, hoping to score.
If I could go back I'd ask them why didn't they just take prostitutes to the prom. They were of age and they wouldn't have had to trip over themselves, and annoy me, to score.
When I was in high school in the late 1950s, I carpooled to school with a young woman. We had a few nice, casual dates. We enjoyed being together and there was some chemistry involved.
She married and got divorced.
In the 1990s we went out once. What romance was there in the 50s simply couldn’t be rekindled on either side. There was no hostility, but neither was there any spark.
. You could call it a nol fault reunion. Time definitely changes things.
She married and got divorced.
In the 1990s we went out once. What romance was there in the 50s simply couldn’t be rekindled on either side. There was no hostility, but neither was there any spark.
. You could call it a nol fault reunion. Time definitely changes things.
I had targeted a very pretty girl to take to the homecoming dance in my high school. She was a grade or two younger than I was, so I didn't know much about her, but my best friend and his date knew her, so they facilitated things (turns out, she was looking at me, too - maybe just as a ticket to the dance, I don't know). So I had my date lined up, and we all decided to go out on a get-to-know-you double date dinner. At my date's suggestion, we went to a casual place that her family frequented.
My pre-date intel on this girl: a little insecure, because her parents were going through a divorce. She was also a member of Young Life (the Christian group that, in my school at least, preyed on the weak and insecure). OK, not my favorite thing, but not a deal-breaker, either.
So we get to the restaurant, everything is going great, conversation is starting to happen, and the cheeseburgers are tasty. Then she gets this weird look on her face, puts down her burger, and runs off into the ladies room - and stays there. Doesn't say a word as to why, and eventually, my buddy's girlfriend goes in after her. She came back alone, but with the explanation.
My date's father had come into the restaurant with his new girlfriend. My date stayed in that bathroom until he left.
....Her cheeseburger was delicious.
My pre-date intel on this girl: a little insecure, because her parents were going through a divorce. She was also a member of Young Life (the Christian group that, in my school at least, preyed on the weak and insecure). OK, not my favorite thing, but not a deal-breaker, either.
So we get to the restaurant, everything is going great, conversation is starting to happen, and the cheeseburgers are tasty. Then she gets this weird look on her face, puts down her burger, and runs off into the ladies room - and stays there. Doesn't say a word as to why, and eventually, my buddy's girlfriend goes in after her. She came back alone, but with the explanation.
My date's father had come into the restaurant with his new girlfriend. My date stayed in that bathroom until he left.
....Her cheeseburger was delicious.
Well if I go way back to jr. high, one of my first ever dating experiences went bad. Her 18-yr-old boyfriend tried to pick a fight with me outside the movie house on the main drag. What a courageous fellow, picking on a younger kid -- but I was big for my age and didn't want to hurt the little guy. That of course infuriated him but his friends held him back because . . .
They had seen my 19-yr-old brother come up from behind (fresh out of basic training), and he was bigger than I was, and stronger. The older boyfriend found himself dangling by his collar at the end of my brother's outstretched arm, getting lightly slapped and laughed at, very humiliating for the small town tough guy dating a 14-yr-old girl.
I think of it every time I hear Short People by Randy Newman. Got to walk the girl (name was Kathy) back to her house, but there was no goodnight kiss. There wasn't much of anything except disappointment. She got pregnant by the short tough guy that year and by 16 was a single mom.
Phew. What a mess, glad it happened though. Seems the really disasterous potentials have always come with clear warnings. So I believe in guardian angels.
They had seen my 19-yr-old brother come up from behind (fresh out of basic training), and he was bigger than I was, and stronger. The older boyfriend found himself dangling by his collar at the end of my brother's outstretched arm, getting lightly slapped and laughed at, very humiliating for the small town tough guy dating a 14-yr-old girl.
I think of it every time I hear Short People by Randy Newman. Got to walk the girl (name was Kathy) back to her house, but there was no goodnight kiss. There wasn't much of anything except disappointment. She got pregnant by the short tough guy that year and by 16 was a single mom.
Phew. What a mess, glad it happened though. Seems the really disasterous potentials have always come with clear warnings. So I believe in guardian angels.
QUOTE(JohnfrmCleveland @ May 1 2008, 02:08 AM)
I had targeted a very pretty girl to take to the homecoming dance in my high school. She was a grade or two younger than I was, so I didn't know much about her, but my best friend and his date knew her, so they facilitated things (turns out, she was looking at me, too - maybe just as a ticket to the dance, I don't know). So I had my date lined up, and we all decided to go out on a get-to-know-you double date dinner. At my date's suggestion, we went to a casual place that her family frequented.
My pre-date intel on this girl: a little insecure, because her parents were going through a divorce. She was also a member of Young Life (the Christian group that, in my school at least, preyed on the weak and insecure). OK, not my favorite thing, but not a deal-breaker, either.
So we get to the restaurant, everything is going great, conversation is starting to happen, and the cheeseburgers are tasty. Then she gets this weird look on her face, puts down her burger, and runs off into the ladies room - and stays there. Doesn't say a word as to why, and eventually, my buddy's girlfriend goes in after her. She came back alone, but with the explanation.
My date's father had come into the restaurant with his new girlfriend. My date stayed in that bathroom until he left.
....Her cheeseburger was delicious.
My pre-date intel on this girl: a little insecure, because her parents were going through a divorce. She was also a member of Young Life (the Christian group that, in my school at least, preyed on the weak and insecure). OK, not my favorite thing, but not a deal-breaker, either.
So we get to the restaurant, everything is going great, conversation is starting to happen, and the cheeseburgers are tasty. Then she gets this weird look on her face, puts down her burger, and runs off into the ladies room - and stays there. Doesn't say a word as to why, and eventually, my buddy's girlfriend goes in after her. She came back alone, but with the explanation.
My date's father had come into the restaurant with his new girlfriend. My date stayed in that bathroom until he left.
....Her cheeseburger was delicious.
Did you ever see her again?
Sounds like an episode out of 'Something About Mary'...but without the franks and beans. Did an ambulance arrive? QUOTE(Mrs. Pigpen @ May 1 2008, 12:30 PM)
QUOTE(JohnfrmCleveland @ May 1 2008, 02:08 AM)
My date's father had come into the restaurant with his new girlfriend. My date stayed in that bathroom until he left.
....Her cheeseburger was delicious.
....Her cheeseburger was delicious.
Did you ever see her again?
Sounds like an episode out of 'Something About Mary'...but without the franks and beans. Did an ambulance arrive? Yeah, we went through with the homecoming dance (uncomfortable), and the traditional next-day outing (canoeing (sp?) on a cold, rainy day, more bad luck). But it was just a follow-through for both of us. I think seeing me just reminded her of that bad episode in the restaurant, and she was never comfortable after that. Plus, I wasn't the engaging, eloquent gentleman that I am today.
High-schoolers just aren't equipped to brush off bad dates and keep relationships alive. My guess is that she thinks of me as a jerk to this day.
I've been thinking about this one and I can't compete with most of you all here. The closest thing I have is when one time I was out at bar with my buddy, his future wife, his future wife's best friend, and my future wife. It's pretty crowded but we find a table in the back where we can all talk. We'll it doesn't take too long to realize why there was an open table. Eight guys all by there lonesome are tossing a frisbee all over the area. It doesn't take long before my wife is nearly hit with it. Fairly lame pick-up technique but not surprising. My wife is way out of my league, I'm not that big of a guy, and inevitably someone tries to hit on her or pick a fight with me every time that I go to a bar with her. They ask us to give the frisbee back. We do. Not too long before it happens again. At this point we should have just left, but instead we ask them to be more careful. You can see where this is going. To make a long story short, I end up stomping on one of the losers hands as he reaches under our table to get his frisbee once again. His buddies come to his aid but it's nothing but talk, and the rest of the night is filled with the tension of wheather or not these guys are going to try anything else. On the way home, my future wife makes it clear that I'm an idiot for sinking to their level. I make some lame excuse about defending her honor at which point she informs me that the only honor that I was defending was my own. And of course she's right. Lesson learned. Take the high road.
Two instances come to mind.
The first instance was where I went on a blind date with a girl who was about 5 years my senior. I had hoped this was an opportunity to practice my small talk, something I'm not known for. It was for nothing. She was not the brightest star in the universe and her child was... interesting. Well we meet, and decide that she wants to go to a restaurant for drinks to talk. She brings her 5 year old daughter with her. While hesitant I didn't offer any resistance.
The date itself was difficult because the child was competing for attention. The child really encompassed a needy-spoiled brat that really turned the mood off. I put on my patient face and smiled alot. We order and the food is not to the child's liking. She starts to throw her food on the floor. She makes her mother order her a new second meal. We struggle through the meal and the kid gets bored so she stands on the bench and bites her mother's ear. The mother screams drawing the attention of every person in the lounge, I'm trying hard to keep my composure (I come from a very strict family) while pulling the kid off her mother's head. The kid didn't like that so she start punching me while continuing to clamp down on her mother's ear. It was a bit of a spectacle.
I thanked her for coming out and immediately too her home. I offered to drive her to the hospital for stitches but she refused.
The second instance was quite weird. Strange girl and for whatever reason she could not breath very well through her nose. Coming from a family with strong affiliations to dentistry I was taken aback at the abysmally bad oral hygiene her constantly gaping mouth displayed. I had difficulty not staring. To overcome this I recommend going to a movie to place my attention elsewhere. Big mistake, the damp air was musty and her breathing became quite labored. I honestly couldn't figure if she was attracted to me or was having a strange asthmatic attack. We slowly became the attention spot for everyone in the theater. Her breathing was sounded very similar to Darth Vader, no hyperbole necessary. The sound generates alot of sideways glances. I try to focus on the movie. Eventually I gave up and slouched to the smallest possible space in the seat I could and just waited the night out.
The third instance involved more than one date so I guess it doesn't apply but it was interesting.
The first instance was where I went on a blind date with a girl who was about 5 years my senior. I had hoped this was an opportunity to practice my small talk, something I'm not known for. It was for nothing. She was not the brightest star in the universe and her child was... interesting. Well we meet, and decide that she wants to go to a restaurant for drinks to talk. She brings her 5 year old daughter with her. While hesitant I didn't offer any resistance.
The date itself was difficult because the child was competing for attention. The child really encompassed a needy-spoiled brat that really turned the mood off. I put on my patient face and smiled alot. We order and the food is not to the child's liking. She starts to throw her food on the floor. She makes her mother order her a new second meal. We struggle through the meal and the kid gets bored so she stands on the bench and bites her mother's ear. The mother screams drawing the attention of every person in the lounge, I'm trying hard to keep my composure (I come from a very strict family) while pulling the kid off her mother's head. The kid didn't like that so she start punching me while continuing to clamp down on her mother's ear. It was a bit of a spectacle.
I thanked her for coming out and immediately too her home. I offered to drive her to the hospital for stitches but she refused.
The second instance was quite weird. Strange girl and for whatever reason she could not breath very well through her nose. Coming from a family with strong affiliations to dentistry I was taken aback at the abysmally bad oral hygiene her constantly gaping mouth displayed. I had difficulty not staring. To overcome this I recommend going to a movie to place my attention elsewhere. Big mistake, the damp air was musty and her breathing became quite labored. I honestly couldn't figure if she was attracted to me or was having a strange asthmatic attack. We slowly became the attention spot for everyone in the theater. Her breathing was sounded very similar to Darth Vader, no hyperbole necessary. The sound generates alot of sideways glances. I try to focus on the movie. Eventually I gave up and slouched to the smallest possible space in the seat I could and just waited the night out.
The third instance involved more than one date so I guess it doesn't apply but it was interesting.
QUOTE(Mrs. Pigpen @ Apr 29 2008, 07:00 AM)
Thought this might be a fun (or painful ) topic. What was your worst date ever?
) topic. What was your worst date ever?The night before I married my first wife!
She told me that she thought the whole idea of marrige was a big mistake and she wanted to call it off. Unfortunately, I convinced her that we needed to go ahead with the wedding.
The next day, when we left the church; she got in the car, she took her wedding ring off, and she threw it at me. The fight lasted 22 years, and the wedding ring remained on the handle of a nutmeg grinder the entire 22 years.
QUOTE(Trouble @ May 2 2008, 10:29 PM)
Two instances come to mind.
The first instance was where I went on a blind date with a girl who was about 5 years my senior. I had hoped this was an opportunity to practice my small talk, something I'm not known for. It was for nothing. She was not the brightest star in the universe and her child was... interesting. Well we meet, and decide that she wants to go to a restaurant for drinks to talk. She brings her 5 year old daughter with her. While hesitant I didn't offer any resistance.
The date itself was difficult because the child was competing for attention. The child really encompassed a needy-spoiled brat that really turned the mood off. I put on my patient face and smiled alot. We order and the food is not to the child's liking. She starts to throw her food on the floor. She makes her mother order her a new second meal. We struggle through the meal and the kid gets bored so she stands on the bench and bites her mother's ear. The mother screams drawing the attention of every person in the lounge, I'm trying hard to keep my composure (I come from a very strict family) while pulling the kid off her mother's head. The kid didn't like that so she start punching me while continuing to clamp down on her mother's ear. It was a bit of a spectacle.
I thanked her for coming out and immediately too her home. I offered to drive her to the hospital for stitches but she refused.
The second instance was quite weird. Strange girl and for whatever reason she could not breath very well through her nose. Coming from a family with strong affiliations to dentistry I was taken aback at the abysmally bad oral hygiene her constantly gaping mouth displayed. I had difficulty not staring. To overcome this I recommend going to a movie to place my attention elsewhere. Big mistake, the damp air was musty and her breathing became quite labored. I honestly couldn't figure if she was attracted to me or was having a strange asthmatic attack. We slowly became the attention spot for everyone in the theater. Her breathing was sounded very similar to Darth Vader, no hyperbole necessary. The sound generates alot of sideways glances. I try to focus on the movie. Eventually I gave up and slouched to the smallest possible space in the seat I could and just waited the night out.
The third instance involved more than one date so I guess it doesn't apply but it was interesting.
The first instance was where I went on a blind date with a girl who was about 5 years my senior. I had hoped this was an opportunity to practice my small talk, something I'm not known for. It was for nothing. She was not the brightest star in the universe and her child was... interesting. Well we meet, and decide that she wants to go to a restaurant for drinks to talk. She brings her 5 year old daughter with her. While hesitant I didn't offer any resistance.
The date itself was difficult because the child was competing for attention. The child really encompassed a needy-spoiled brat that really turned the mood off. I put on my patient face and smiled alot. We order and the food is not to the child's liking. She starts to throw her food on the floor. She makes her mother order her a new second meal. We struggle through the meal and the kid gets bored so she stands on the bench and bites her mother's ear. The mother screams drawing the attention of every person in the lounge, I'm trying hard to keep my composure (I come from a very strict family) while pulling the kid off her mother's head. The kid didn't like that so she start punching me while continuing to clamp down on her mother's ear. It was a bit of a spectacle.
I thanked her for coming out and immediately too her home. I offered to drive her to the hospital for stitches but she refused.
The second instance was quite weird. Strange girl and for whatever reason she could not breath very well through her nose. Coming from a family with strong affiliations to dentistry I was taken aback at the abysmally bad oral hygiene her constantly gaping mouth displayed. I had difficulty not staring. To overcome this I recommend going to a movie to place my attention elsewhere. Big mistake, the damp air was musty and her breathing became quite labored. I honestly couldn't figure if she was attracted to me or was having a strange asthmatic attack. We slowly became the attention spot for everyone in the theater. Her breathing was sounded very similar to Darth Vader, no hyperbole necessary. The sound generates alot of sideways glances. I try to focus on the movie. Eventually I gave up and slouched to the smallest possible space in the seat I could and just waited the night out.
The third instance involved more than one date so I guess it doesn't apply but it was interesting.
Wow!
I thought mine were bad, but you seem to have had these two dates scripted by the Farelly Brothers! Or maybe Wes craven, I can't decide.
QUOTE(Curmudgeon @ May 3 2008, 07:24 AM)
QUOTE(Mrs. Pigpen @ Apr 29 2008, 07:00 AM)
Thought this might be a fun (or painful ) topic. What was your worst date ever?
) topic. What was your worst date ever?The night before I married my first wife!
She told me that she thought the whole idea of marrige was a big mistake and she wanted to call it off. Unfortunately, I convinced her that we needed to go ahead with the wedding.
The next day, when we left the church; she got in the car, she took her wedding ring off, and she threw it at me. The fight lasted 22 years, and the wedding ring remained on the handle of a nutmeg grinder the entire 22 years.
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