Bad dates make for GREAT stories!

[tanbark813]

As kitten chick mentioned in a different thread ("How forward can I be?"), bad dates make for great stories. I wholeheartedly agree and hereby offer my Worst Date Ever story here in a new post so as not to hijack the other.

 

The Meeting

There's a bar I go to regularly for karaoke. I've been going there for years and have met a great many interesting characters. One night I met this girl who I'll just call BBL ("big-breasted latina"). She liked to sing karaoke--as do I--and big-breasted latinas who sing karaoke are pretty much my ideal type. What makes her standout more is that she's probably all of 5'2", if that, maybe 100 lbs, 50 of which are in her DD's. (She's actually a little out of proportion and later, alas, had breast reduction surgery.)

 

The night I met her she came over to my table to compliment my singing. We hung out the rest of the night, flirted, had a good time, blah blah blah. That was Wednesday.

 

Beginning of the End

Saturday rolls around and BBL calls me up at the last minute to invite me out. Cool. I get ready and head down to pick her up. I actually had to backtrack after picking her up to get to where we were going. Her car was broken down or something and she didn't have a ride.

 

I get to her house (actually her parents house), knock, and she comes to the door. She opens it, says "just a sec", and closes it with me still on the porch. Uhhh, okay. Bad sign right off the bat. She comes back out a few seconds later and we head off in my car.

 

On the way she's ranting about some guy who she thought was a friend but pissed her off by hitting on her or something. I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention. She was dumb as a brick and kept rambling but, as a general rule, the hotter a girl is the more of a buffer she has. All I could think while we were driving was, "Must get to bar. Must start drinking."

 

We got to downtown San Jose, parked in one of the garages, and headed to the first bar. We found a table and I asked her what she was drinking. I bought us a round and came back over to the table to find her text messaging on her cell phone.

 

"Here you go," I said as I handed her her drink. No response came other than her sticking her finger up in the air in a "just a minute" gesture as she kept text messaging. She didn't even look up from her phone. I just sat the drink down.

 

After she got off her phone she said she needed a napkin. Normally I would f*ck with her at this point (and this was a couple years ago when I was slightly less jaded) but it was too loud to give her a hard time so I just got up and got a napkin. I came back, gave her the napkin, and once again didn't receive a thank you.

 

It was hard to talk so after the first drink I suggested we go somewhere else. She suggested a place that some of her friends were at so we walked the couple blocks over there. When we got there there were about 4 or 5 guy friends of hers and maybe 1 girl. She introduces me to everyone and we're all kind of hanging out. All the guys, none of whom I knew previously, were cool with me and BBL was just being a social butterfly.

 

I bought us another round, gave her her drink, and still no thank you. That was to be the last drink I bought her, I decided.

 

At one point, a bouncer called me over. He was one of BBL's friends. Basically, he asked how long I'd known BBL and gave me a bit of a warning. Loosely paraphrased, it went something like, "I don't know if you like her or not, but she thinks of herself as a little player and likes to get guys to give her rides places and buy her drinks. She's fun to hang out with, but just make sure you're on your toes when you're around her." He didn't seem smart enough to fake the kind of sincerity he displayed, so I assumed nothing but truth in his words.

 

We hung out a little while longer. I finished my drink and bought another for myself, but this time not one for her. Her friends decided to leave to another bar. She chugged the drink she still had to catch up with them, but I just sipped my drink to wait for everyone else to depart. She told me to chug it so we could catch up. I just held my finger in the air in her now-classic "just a minute" gesture.

 

The Confrontation

Once her friends all left, I said, "BBL, I think I misunderstood your invitation for tonight. I'm interested in you, and I thought you were in me, but it looks like you're not. That's cool and everything, but I don't want to just follow you around all night."

 

"Well, I just want to hang out with my friends. What's the problem?"

 

"There's no problem. If you want to, then that's fine, but that's not what I'm interested in. I'd like to go somewhere just me and you and get to know you, but I don't really want to just tag along and buy you drinks all night."

 

"Well you don't have to buy my drinks, I didn't think it's a big deal."

 

"It's not, but you didn't even thank me for those."

 

"Well let's just go to (whatever bar they went to), it'll be fun."

 

"Look, I'm not going there. If you want to go somewhere else and talk and get to know each other, then I'm down for that. If not, I'm just going to take off and I can either give you a ride home, or you can find a ride if you want. Either way.."

 

She starts saying things like "I just like hanging with my friends because I want to feel safe." "Why can't we just hang out with them?" "What's the big deal?" Blah blah blah... She goes into how she's not looking for a relationship so I say, "I'm not saying I want to jump into a relationship with you, I was just interested in dating you. If you're not, then that's fine, but there's no point in us hanging out more."

 

"I don't see why you can't just hang out with me."

 

"I just told you why."

 

"So just because I'm not interested in you, you won't come hang out?"

 

"Exactly."

 

At this point she was visibly frustrated and didn't say anything. Finally I just say, "I'm leaving now. If you want a ride, come with me. Otherwise find your own way home."

 

She turned and walked off. So I walked back to my car.

 

By the time I reached the parking garage, she had left a voicemail on my cell phone crying about how she left her purse in my car and wouldn't be able to get into her house. I called her back as I was driving away. She repeated everything about not being able to get in her house, me having her keys, etc.. all while crying.

 

"BBL, you've been rude to me all night. I'm not going out of my way for you. I'm going to drop off your jacket and purse off on your porch and it'll be there when you get home."

 

She futilely argued that I should bring it to her at Flaherty's, but once she said "It's on your f*cking way!" I told her that swearing at me is not going to convince me and got off the phone.

 

Realistically, it would have saved me time and mileage to drop off her stuff at the bar she was at rather than take it to her house, but it's the principle of the thing.

 

So, I dropped off her stuff at her house, and went home.

 

The Aftermath

The following week I saw her at the bar at which I first met her. She came over and apologized for being a bitch. No problem, baby, it just means you don't get anymore Tanbark (not that she wanted any).

[Walk]

I loved that story, Tanbark!!

 

Here's one of mine.. though it's not funny.

 

First date with the guy. We go to a hick bar (my pick.) and we're talking having a good time, when my older brother walks in. My brother knows the guy!! and they start talking. Then my brother starts threatening the guy. My date was 6'1" 200lbs. My brother 5'8" and kinda tubby at the time.

My date ignores it. And pretty soon my brother's buying my date drinks. (My brothers not gay, just an ass.) We're trying to talk, and every few seconds, my brothers butting in asking my date something.

 

My date and I decide to go to a different bar after a bit of this. Get to the next bar, pay the $5 cover for the band, and duck out on the patio so we can talk. We get out there and one of my brothers friends are there. I've known this friend for about 15 years, so I assume he's going to say "Hi" to me. No. He ignores me, runs over to my date and starts talking to him. Gushing about how he can't believe he's there. Hasn't seen him in ages. What has he (my date) been up to?? etc etc.

 

My date finally gets him to go away, we're talking... having an awesome time. Things are going great now. When... there's my brother and a different one of his friends. So they come over and start talking to my date. EVERYBODY knows this guy! They're all talking to him like old pals. I'm just listening. twiddling my fingers.

 

He breaks away from them and we continue on with a good date..

 

So, he's walking me back to my car. I'm holding his hand. All happy and giddy.. When we walk past the front door to this other bar. Suddenly my exH grabs my arm and demands to talk to me. (I was kind of drunk) So I start screaming at him. He won't leave me alone. My date is standing there with wide eyes, like "What the hell?" I'm making furious gestures at my date to go away. I didn't know my date very well, and wasn't sure he wouldn't think it was his job to beat the ex up.

 

I finally broke away after causing a huge scene in front of this bar, raced back to my car and shot away. I was soooo embarrased!! I figured this guy would Never call me again. I couldn't believe how badly the night had gone.

 

He called me a day or two later and asked me out again. Guess I keep things lively, if nothing else.

[whichwayisup]

Holy crap Tan! That is a great one...Dates that go bad...Great idea for a thread topic!

 

And Walk, that is embarressing -But luckily that guy stuck around. That's cool.

 

Sadly to say, I have no first 'date' stories...Nothing that could compare to these two good ones!

[tanbark813]

I finally broke away after causing a huge scene in front of this bar, raced back to my car and shot away. I was soooo embarrased!! I figured this guy would Never call me again. I couldn't believe how badly the night had gone.

 

He called me a day or two later and asked me out again. Guess I keep things lively, if nothing else.

 

Well you probably gave him a good story to tell too.

[kitten chick]

When I was getting over my bad breakup I was talking to one of my best friends and she was trying to give me rules on who I should not date. So I teased her about some of the bad dates that she's been on saying, "Oh, so I shouldn't date someone who did (whatever the date was)". We started laughing and going through our bad dates and then roped in some of our other friends. Here are a few things from that list (some of it will stay with us girls ). We called it....NEVER DATE A GUY WHO:

 

answers his cell phone during a romantic dinner

 

calls you mom by accident, too many times.

 

makes sure you make the bed after a long night of drinking

 

takes you to the Super 8 Motel

 

still dates teenagers

 

best friend laughs when you tell him you trust your boyfriend

 

makes you wax his back.

 

still has tampons in his bathroom, and no women live in the house!

 

answers his cell phone during an intimate moment

 

Sounds like a girl when orgasiming

 

considers riding a roller coaster 15 times his best date ever

 

considers a 48 hour beer fest a date

 

idea of a romantic getaway includes bringing his friends and having you pay for it

 

asks you for a picture ID during dinner

 

is obsessed with facial cream

 

can't make a decision without calling his mother

 

calls you by someone else's name

 

let's his mother rub his feet in front of you

 

tests his sperm to make sure he is fertile for YOU

 

orders the same item for an appetizer and then again for his main course

 

has a super hero name

 

thinks he is a super hero

 

strands you on an island with his ex

 

owns the Titanic soundtrack

 

(some of the ones that I cut out were hilarious but were too X rated for LoveShack )

[tanbark813]

orders the same item for an appetizer and then again for his main course

 

Did that actually happen?

 

I'm trying to figure out if that means he ordered an appetizer twice or if he's a huge guy and ordered a steak entree twice.

[kitten chick]

Yep it actually happened but to my friend not me. He ordered calamari for an appetizer and then ordered calamari for dinner

[whichwayisup]

I do remember when I first starting dating my hubby he took me out for dinner. I swear he probably thought I didn't eat ... I couldn't really eat much around him in the restaurant. Would order a salad that's all...I am not one of those girls though who DO that, I'm a pig and most of the time will order whatever I feel like having, burger, fries, steak, whatever...Anyway, he just made my stomach flip and I got the happy jittery's so that was what was preventing me from eating around him. Once back at his place I was f**k'n starving and that night we order a pizza. I hate more than half a large one on my own!

 

I think sitting across from him and looking into his eyes in the 'restaurant' setting was too much for me to take! lol

[EnigmaXOXO]

Agreed to a date once with this guy who was into professional body building. Seemed to have it all together … except that he insisted on being called by his stage name: "Shock".

 

(Hope he isn't reading)

 

Anyway, to play it safe, I decided to meet him at his place. One of my rules is to never let a guy know where I live until I'm certain he's passed the sanity test.

 

He greets me at his door, and immediately throws a pack of breath mints at me, making some off-handed comment about he's really into 'kissing'. Then proceeds to point out four bottles of wine sitting on his kitchen counter saying: "I wasn't sure what you liked to drink, so I grabbed a little of everything."

 

As he excuses himself to take a shower (we were going out), I try to get comfortable on the couch. EVERYTHING in his apartment is wrapped in plastic. The sofa, the stereo equipment, even the dining table and chairs.

 

I figured, he either went out and purchased all this stuff to empress me, or he was an axe murderer prepping a crime scene. It looked like something out of American Psycho!

 

When he finally returns from changing into his weekend best, he was wearing a wife-beater shirt, a pair of black spandex shorty-shorts, combat boots and a matching FANNY PACK! I though he was joking until he said: "are you ready to go?"

 

I spent the whole evening with this guy absolutely mortified that someone I knew might spot me. People were staring and giggling, although I don't think that's the reaction he was hoping for while showing off his body. It was an absolute turn-off and I ended the evening early and kept the breath mints.

 

I told this story to my current partner. And on our third date, he invited me to his place. When he greeted me at the door: he was wearing a wife-beater shirt, a pair of black spandex shorty-shorts, combat boots and a matching FANNY PACK !! Then he chucked a pack of breath mints at me and flexed his butt muscles. I laughed so hard that I lost my heart to that tard right there and then.

 

Somehow, that move actually worked for him!

[whichwayisup]

I try to get comfortable on the couch. EVERYTHING in his apartment is wrapped in plastic. The sofa, the stereo equipment, even the dining table and chairs.

 

If I saw that, it would freak me out...And probably make me head for hills...

or this would...

 

When he finally returns from changing into his weekend best, he was wearing a wife-beater shirt, a pair of black spandex shorty-shorts, combat boots and a matching FANNY PACK! I though he was joking until he said: "are you ready to go?"

 

That's quite a visual right there!

 

PS What does a wife-beater shirt look like?! lol

[Sloppy]

i remember one that I thought was pretty bad.

This guy asked me out and I agreed even though I didn't know ANYTHING about him.

First sign - he asked ME to pick him up (something with his car ... later turns out he didn't have one)

 

As soon as we get to the bar, he tells me he has NO money ON HIM (turns out later he has no money..period). So I was like whatever, I will pay, that's cool.

So after he drinks his many beers on my account he invited him self over (I wonder if he was homeless, too? ).

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was ALL about him, how great he is in this and that, how great his job is...he pretty much made him self look like a Superman. He sure wasn't one.

 

Of course he said that next time he would pay. As soon as I heard 'next time' I sped up to drop him off. There is no next time with THIS dude:lmao:

I dropped him off and took of as fast as I could.

I got my self a date with a winner, that's for sure.

[Walk]

When I was much younger I went out with a guy ONE time. I thought we had quite a bit in common at first. I worked at a coffee shop, he really liked coffee. I was learning chess, he played chess. I was trying to be writer, he was a writer.

 

So we meet up, and where does he want to go for our date, but the coffee shop that I work at. Ho-Hum. I went along with it because I figured at least I wouldn't have to pay for my coffee there.

 

We get there, order our drinks and sit down.. He wants to "teach me chess" because I told him I was learning. We set it all up. He's bragging how good he is. And how he'll take it easy on me, etc. First game, I creamed him. He say's, "I was taking it easy on you. Let's play again." So we play a second game. Beat him again. Third, fourth... I was sick of playing by that point, and he still hadn't won a game.

 

I think he was pretty much over the date at that point.

 

This was the first time it occured to me that most men say they want intelligent and capable, just not as intelligent and capable as they are.

[Art_Critic]

PS What does a wife-beater shirt look like?! lol

 

Basically a tight white tank top..

[tanbark813]

Awesome story, Enigma. I need to get me some spandex, pronto.

[Lishy]

Agreed to a date once with this guy who was into professional body building. Seemed to have it all together … except that he insisted on being called by his stage name: "Shock".

 

(Hope he isn't reading)

 

Anyway, to play it safe, I decided to meet him at his place. One of my rules is to never let a guy know where I live until I'm certain he's passed the sanity test.

 

He greets me at his door, and immediately throws a pack of breath mints at me, making some off-handed comment about he's really into 'kissing'. Then proceeds to point out four bottles of wine sitting on his kitchen counter saying: "I wasn't sure what you liked to drink, so I grabbed a little of everything."

 

As he excuses himself to take a shower (we were going out), I try to get comfortable on the couch. EVERYTHING in his apartment is wrapped in plastic. The sofa, the stereo equipment, even the dining table and chairs.

 

I figured, he either went out and purchased all this stuff to empress me, or he was an axe murderer prepping a crime scene. It looked like something out of American Psycho!

 

When he finally returns from changing into his weekend best, he was wearing a wife-beater shirt, a pair of black spandex shorty-shorts, combat boots and a matching FANNY PACK! I though he was joking until he said: "are you ready to go?"

 

I spent the whole evening with this guy absolutely mortified that someone I knew might spot me. People were staring and giggling, although I don't think that's the reaction he was hoping for while showing off his body. It was an absolute turn-off and I ended the evening early and kept the breath mints.

 

I told this story to my current partner. And on our third date, he invited me to his place. When he greeted me at the door: he was wearing a wife-beater shirt, a pair of black spandex shorty-shorts, combat boots and a matching FANNY PACK !! Then he chucked a pack of breath mints at me and flexed his butt muscles. I laughed so hard that I lost my heart to that tard right there and then.

 

Somehow, that move actually worked for him!

 

 

 

OMGGGGGGG That is the funniest damn post i ever read !!!!!! I am in tears laughing here thank you so much for sharing

[kitten chick]

Great stories everyone but Enigma...baby you take the cake:laugh: I'll have to make a mental note to watch out for any dudes named "Shock".

[Milo]

Back in college I shared a shingle house with an old friend. A female friend of mine went to the old Whole Foods to get something for her. While in the checkout line, a girl who happens to be a friend of hers remarks loudly, "Whose the cute guy with you?" Ha ha. I *never* hear that sort of thing, so I was all ears after that. I chatted her up and we made plans to go to dinner that night. It was very neat. So she actually came to my house to pick me up in her Celica. We went to a very nice restaurant in the east part of town. Dinner went well and the conversation was good. We had a little wine at dinner, and she started launching full bore into her political views. Now, I am not one to decline a good debate on just about any topic, but this of course has its dangers if tempers flare. While in the car driving from dinner, she starts railing about animal testing of anitibiotics, which she is of course vehemently against. She railed on about some other things I have now forgotten, too.

 

I sat and listened passively for a while, but at one point I suddenly interjected with a contrary opinion. She exploded with a flurry of speech, all full of agressive indignation. It got pretty personal after that, to which she announced that the date was over! @$%**&!!. I asked her to take me home and she did. We both glumly said goodnight. I looked out of the window of her car and noticed my roommate had a party in full swing at the house. Saved! I walked in the door and started drinking heavily. No other political conversations reared their ugly heads that night, for it was a bunch of theater people who knew how to have fun, flirt, and be merry. Ahhhhh!

[westernxer]

Went with this girl to a club a few years back. It was our second date but I wasn't feeling it like I did the first night. I'd had a couple of beers and was feeling pretty relaxed and sat myself on this huge couch perched against the wall toward the back of the club. It was the best seat in the house, an ideal place to make out and play touching games, yet she kept trying to make conversation, starting her sentences with "So..." to get me talking about something, anything.

 

She finally saw it was pointless and walked over to the lead singer of one of the bands to ask him a question or two, but the dude was standing next to someone who was most likely his girlfriend, because her body language kept saying, "Stay the fuuck away from my man, you bitch."

 

We left early and walked next door for some coffee, just so I could wake up a bit after sitting on that man-eating couch for over an hour. Only thing I remember was how she kept staring at me, waiting for me to open my mouth and say something, anything. But I wasn't feeling it, especially after the coffee.

 

Then things got worse. I found a parking ticket on my windshield for not having a permit, which really sucked because the street had no lights and I couldn't see the sign posted a few feet ahead of my vehicle that warned me not to park there. She then proceeded to nag me about my driving, even though I was in complete control of my vehicle (and my desires to disrobe her in the club and do body shots on stage).

 

We pulled up to her place and I got out of the car and opened her door, just to show what a gentleman I was. Then I swallowed her in a huge embrace and tried to kiss her, just to show what a jerk I was, but she'd had enough of me and turned her head just as I was about to nail her. I landed one on her cheek instead and said I'd call her soon. But I never did.

 

We ran into each other at another show a year later and she pointed me out to her friends, but I pretended not to see her and casually sipped my drink as I walked by. She didn't look too pleased with the encounter, but she was civil enough in that she didn't try to kill me by intercepting the waitress and slipping something in my drink before it reached my lips. The show was great, too.

[konfuzd]

I tried the internet dating thing a couple years ago when I moved to a new city. I had been chatting with this guy for several months before we had our first date. (I'm quite sure it was his first date EVER). He had no clue!!!!

 

I had only seen a head shot of him (for a very good reason). He wasn't ugly, but rather disproportioned... his head was far too small for his body... he had a really young looking face on a 6'-3" bean-pole body.... fair enough... we had a lot of common interests, so I figured I'd try to see past it... (I know it sounds superficial, but you know that feeling when someone is just awkward looking... really hard to form a bond) One of the common interests we had was we are both huge hockey fans, so he invited me to watch his hockey game, and then we'd use his season tickets to a junior hockey game... sounded fun...

 

Yeah, it sounded fun....until I got to the arena and learned he played BALL HOCKEY!!!! What a pathetic display that was!! (sorry to offend any ball hockey players, but it just isn't right without ice & skates!!!!) not a good time to find this out! <reminded me of a Just Shoot Me episode where Nina was dating a guy who played air guitar in a band!!>

 

I should really have just ducked out during the game, but I'm not that rude, and I kinda wanted to see a real hockey game after that, so I stuck it out... so, I waited outside the locker room, and he brought the whole team out to meet me... as if he had to prove to them all that he really had a date!!! it was mortifying!!!

 

I knew he didn't have a car, so I was driving us to the real game... we get to my car, and he opens a beer while in the passenger's seat... I am not going down for some guy I just met for an open liquor charge, so I make him toss it out the window... and really, who carries one beer in their pocket and opens it in a stranger's car???? Wierd! This guy had zero conversational skills when not behind a keyboard! He would try to start conversations with things like, "I only have 7 minutes left on my pay as you go card" What the hell do you say to that??? So, I just cranked the volume on the stereo, so I could block him out.

 

I was new to town, so he was giving directions on where to go. He asked if I wanted to park somewhere where it was free, so I of course said "sure"... We end up parking about 6 miles from the arena, and have to forge through forest and hop over fences to get there... if I'd known that I'd have just paid for it! So he's high-tailing it to the arena, leaving me about 25-30 feet behind him, I have no idea where we're going.... we end up finally back in civilization, and he's so far ahead of me at this point, that he gets to a crosswalk, and the light turned red before I got there, so I had to yell at him to wait for me on the other side of the road... we were almost 2 hours early for the game too, so not like we needed to be sprinting.... and it only meant more moments of painfully brutal conversation.

 

Anyways, I drop him off at home at the end of the night... he invites me inside!!! I don't know how he could have possibly thought it went well, I was cold, pretty much ignored him the whole day.... he asked for my number, so I said "I'll call you"... he offered his number, and I told him I'd look it up in the phone book, his response, "you don't know my last name".... Me: "I guess it just wasn't meant to be then.... goodnight"

[whichwayisup]

Yeah, it sounded fun....until I got to the arena and learned he played BALL HOCKEY!!!! What a pathetic display that was!! (sorry to offend any ball hockey players, but it just isn't right without ice & skates!!!!) not a good time to find this out! <reminded me of a Just Shoot Me episode where Nina was dating a guy who played air guitar in a band!!>

 

I remember that episode, it was hilarious!!!

 

When a man says he plays hockey in CANADA it's ICE hockey. It's just assumed!

 

I should really have just ducked out during the game, but I'm not that rude, and I kinda wanted to see a real hockey game after that, so I stuck it out... so, I waited outside the locker room, and he brought the whole team out to meet me... as if he had to prove to them all that he really had a date!!! it was mortifying!!!

 

I can't believe he introduced you to the boys, prob. did it to show you off!

 

OK, I have to ask, what teams played and who won the game!

[MakeMeBeautiful]

I have had a few bad dates.

 

The Dinner that Lasted an Eternity: I agreed to go on a date with a guy. He suggested a pretty cool restaurant so I figured it couldn't be that bad. It was worse. First off, he forgot to make reservations so we got the patio table. It was snowing. I kept my coat on throughout dinner. During dinner I tried to talk to him. He had an awkward childish laugh. He didn't talk. Talk about awkward silences. I am usually very chatty but I couldn't talk to someone who gave one word answers. I couldn't get through dinner fast enough. After dinner he suggested we go watch a movie. I told him that I went to bed early. He called to ask me out on another date. I figured why not? He was probably nervous on the first date. He deserves a second chance. An hour before the date, he calls to cancel. He was just in an accident. I asked if he was okay. I told him to get well and call me when he feels better. He never called me for the second date. Four months later I get an awful email from him saying that I ignored him. I pointed it out that he was the one recovering from the accident so call me after the recovery.

 

Flake before First Date: One day a co-worker asked me if I was single. I thought about it for a second. Technically I was single. I was seeing a couple guys but nothing serious. She said she had a friend that was perfect for me. She asked for my personal email address. I gave it to her. A few days later I get an email from her friend Jason. I gave him my phone number. We had a great conversation on the phone. We talked for hours. We had a lot in common. We schedule a dinner date for Saturday. On Thursday night he sends me an email to tell me had to cancel. He was sick. I told him no problem. Get some rest and get well soon. The next week he sends me an email to ask me if I still wanted to get together. But he had a pretty busy weekend. Friday night he was cooking dinner for the co-worker who set us up. Saturday he had a poetry reading. He suggested that I tag along and have dinner with the two of them or show up at the poetry or meet for a late lunch on Sunday. I told him that I really didn't want to intrude on his dinner with my co-worker. I didn't want to show up at the poetry reading with all his buddies. It was a first date. I was busy on Sunday. The next weekend he went camping in Arizona. He sent me an email saying to call him if I want to get together. I sent him an email to call me when his schedule frees up. I never heard from him again.

 

Complainer Guy: First date with a guy. He suggested a nice little french bistro. He picked me up. Obviously no one taught this guy how to be a gentleman because the entire night I opened my own doors. When we got to the restaurant he walked inside before me. When the waiter came over to take our order, he ordered his food first. When the appetizer arrived he scarfed them down and didn't have a problem eating the last mussel before offering it to me. When our entrees arrived, he started eating before me. When the bill arrived, I paid for my dinner and thanked him for dinner. That wasn't the worse part. He complained about everything. The food wasn't good enough. No one was good enough. He kept on bragging about his family. His mom was heart surgeon and his dad was a general practioner. I forgot what his profession was. I tuned out.

[wx3]

I only have 7 minutes left on my pay as you go card

 

lmao, I'll be sure to use that one in the future

[J dub]

Ooo I LOVE "bad date" stories!!

 

I have quite a few but my favorite 'incident' (not a date story unfortunately but I like it just as much) was when I was pumping gas, minding my own business. I noticed a weird, very dirty looking man in full-creep mode scoping me out and not being very inconspicuous about it...you know, giving me the scary half-grin, lookin me up and down, the whole nine. I could FEEL his eyes just *fixated* on me. ugh.

 

Impatiently waiting for my car to hurry and fill up (should have just left anyhow..damn), I heard the snap! of the trigger indicating it was finished so I hurried and tried jabbing the hose back into it's proper place, but instead spilled gas on myself and let out a nice big, "SH*T!" in my haste. Apparently he took that as an invite to come on over and have a lil chat. I saw him heading my way and I wasnt about to have any of it so I skipped my original idea of getting a napkin to clean up and just went straight for my car when I hear the guy yell, "hey!" as hes walking towards me.

 

I'm pretending to be totally oblivious to what's going on and go to pull my car door shut and he HOLDS IT OPEN WITH HIS BIG UGLY HAND! I was mortified!!!! He leans in and says to me, "I couldnt help but notice but you are just beautiful" and I said in my tiniest, get-the-hell-away-from-me-voice, "thanks..." as I sunk into my seat. I went to close the door again, and he continues holding it open, "wait...do you think maybe...I could get your number?" at this point I think to myself...if I say no, this is going to continue for who knows how long...I glance around for a second and say, "sure..." he starts shuffling around for a pen or a cell phone or something, and I say, "it's 236..." (price of gas lol) and he says, "uh huh...." (still shuffling) and I say, "that's it" and he stops, "thats it?" and I exclaimed, "yeah, I got one of the early ones" and with that, I took off leaving him in the dust only to glance in my rear view mirror to see him standing there slackjawed in disbelief like a big, dumb idiot.

 

I was mighty proud of my closing comment and had a nice laugh on my way outta there...and again when I called all my friends to tell them about it

 

Writing it out doesnt do much justice but let me tell you, it was awkward at its finest. WHO HOLDS PEOPLES CAR DOORS OPEN FOR PETES SAKE!!!? I should have just screamed.

[westernxer]

I have quite a few but my favorite 'incident' (not a date story unfortunately but I like it just as much) was when I was pumping gas, minding my own business. I noticed a weird, very dirty looking man in full-creep mode scoping me out and not being very inconspicuous about it...you know, giving me the scary half-grin, lookin me up and down, the whole nine. I could FEEL his eyes just *fixated* on me. ugh.

 

Pretty creepy, if you ask me.

[MakeMeBeautiful]

Ooo I LOVE "bad date" stories!!

 

I have quite a few but my favorite 'incident' (not a date story unfortunately but I like it just as much) was when I was pumping gas, minding my own business. I noticed a weird, very dirty looking man in full-creep mode scoping me out and not being very inconspicuous about it...you know, giving me the scary half-grin, lookin me up and down, the whole nine. I could FEEL his eyes just *fixated* on me. ugh.

 

 

 

Haha! Your story reminds me of a time I was at a gas station. I was on my way to go have lunch with the guy I was dating. I ran out of gas and I was already running late. I stopped at the nearest gas station. Why do creepy men find gas stations to be the ideal pick up location? A guy comes up to me and says, "So how does a guy like me get a chance to ride in a car like that with a girl like you?" The entire time he was not really looking at me but at my car! I quickly blurted out something along the lines of, "I'm sorry but my husband is waiting for me at the restaurant and I am running late as it is. I don't think he would be too happy if I showed up with another guy with me." I got in the car and drove off.