Worst Date Ever

The scenario: I had been separated from my first husband for about a year, going through a divorce, and my baby was a few months old. I was just dipping my feet back into the dating scene.

The date: The guy was talking about marriage to him AND how many kids WE SHOULD HAVE!!! Um...NO! This was FIRST DATE, mind you! I never, ever, saw the guy again after that, although he tried calling and sent flowers. He even came around to my parent's house once, he had been married and divorced by then (he told this to my mother) and I was happily married with 3 kids and another on the way, but he was inquiring as to whether I was available, like he was. I'm so glad I didn't give that guy a second date!

Years ago, my now EX and I went to Jacksonville, FL to get away to a party. Short version-she got really drunk and got hit on and took the bait and left with a local guy...with MY car.

So, I had to find a way home and began to hitchhike back to Macon, GA. I was standing at the intersection of I-75 and I-10, middle of the night, pitch black...freezing. A car stopped about 500 feet ahead of me and I ran up, thinking they were stopping to give me a ride. No, there were stopping for a 10-99 (nature break). When I ran up, one of them shouted and the remaining guys in the car lept out to beat me up. They thought I was a 'robber' and trying to rob them or steal their car (1961 Mercedes). I explained what had happened and they told me I could stay wtih them that night and they would drop me off at the interstate in the morning to make my way home to Macon.

Little did I know it was the late bass player, Leon Wilkenson, from Lynyrd Skynyrd, his tour manager and two friends. We wound up going to a party at Butch Trucks in Jacksonville the next day (where I was going anyway, and the reason for the trip to Jacksonville in the first place). Had a blast, made a life long friend and lost a now EX..all over one night.

So, though it wasn't a first date...it was a LAST date and another great memory of the great times I have had.

wow, that was actually a great store, only thing that would have made it better is if your car would have break down and letf your Ex stranded, and u and the bass player passed her up on the high way lol

So...when I was around 15-16 I went on a date with this guy. ..My dad dropped me off and we went to the movies on Valentines Day...He was 18 (couldn't drive) ...he brought with him, his annoying neighbor friend who was around 12 and thought he was a gang member :noway: ...we walked into the theater and a man handed me a rose, saying that he wanted all the beautiful women to get roses this Valentines Day..I love roses but had never gotten one before so i was so happy...and then my date took the rose and ate it. :sad: we watched the movie..the boys kept talking to each other...and then when the movie was over, his mom was suppose to pick us up...apparently she forgot to pay the bills and her car was taken...Now the guy i was dating had a cell phone but would not allow me to call someone to pick me up.:grumble: ..now I had to babysit that night so I had to get home...he decided that we should walk the 5 miles back in the cold (there was snow on the ground...and i didnt have a coat..only a hoodie...)...The 12 year old kept picking up random stuff from the side of the road while we walked...and my feet got soaked..and i was sooo cold! ...he walked to his neighborhood and then I had to walk the rest of the way home by myself...so...needless to say...it was kinda horrible

Wow. Some of these dates are unbelievable. Maybe it's just me, but knowing how to treat a lady is not rocket science. Just have some respect! Creepers make it a lot harder for us nice guys. I am usually more worried about embarrassing myself on a first date more than anything. I remember one first date I went on was in the middle of winter, and I slipped and fell THREE times on slick sidewalks (I was wearing dressier shoes with no traction). Fortunately it was a great icebreaker and more hilarious than embarrassing.

I have a great one! Well, two really, that go in tandem. I'm pretty sure this one wins:

I met this guy on Myspace (back when Myspace was cool). We made plans to meet; he said he was going to cook for me at his place and watch a movie. Ok, cool.

Date 1: He picked me up in a beater piece of crap car, which wouldn't have been an issue, I'm not that shallow, were it not that his passenger side window was busted out, we had to drive about 25 miles to get to his house, oh yeah, and it was early January. By the time we got there my hair was a mess, and I was freezing. And the whole drive he was trying to have a conversation with me, shouting over the howling wind that was screeching in through my window.

After we ate dinner we sat on the couch to watch a movie. It was really late, like 11pm, and I was having a hard time staying awake, and I nodded off a couple times. Instead of gently nudging me or offering to take me home, he thought it would be funny and cute to yell "HEY!" in my ear and making me jump awake, just so "I would be better company for him. "

**That should have been the final date. Don't ask me what I was thinking when I said yes to a second.**

Date 2: He took me out to a great barbecue place, and things were going fine. We were laughing and talking, and in goofing off, the guy made a funny face at me, bulging out his eyes and puffing out his cheeks. I laughingly told him he looked like a monkey when he made that face. He lost it, and yelled "what the f*** did you just say to me?" He went off about how sensitive he was about his looks (he was very cute) and sulked the entire rest of the meal and the drive back to his house, where I thought we might be able to salvage the date by having a drink and playing a round of pol in his den.

Back at his house, he got more nasty. His attitude and the whole "monkey" comment spiraled into a huge argument, where he asked me how I would feel if he called me "a fat stupid b*tch"? I finally said it was time for me to go home, and he snarled "fine, LEAVE!" He had driven me, and I was pretty far from home, so I asked him to please take me home. He said no, he wasn't ready to take me home.

So I went to the door, trying to leave, thinking I would call a friend for a ride. He RAN to the door, and muscled his way in between me and it, blocking me from the door. He said' "I really don't want you to leave, I'm sorry, please stay!" At this point I was so weirded out and disgusted that I pulled my phone out and said he had 5 seconds to get away from the door before I called the cops. He threw up his hands and exploded again, yelling "fine, b*tch, go! I never want to see you again, good riddance!" He moved from the door, and I bolted. As I hurried away, I heard him yell after me "I'm sorry! Please come back! I'll drive you home! Please just get in the car and we can talk!" When I didn't answer or look back, he screamed "GOOD don't come back! I hate you!"

I ended up calling an ex who was able to pick me up and take me home. At home, I had several messages from him, saying how sorry he was, begging for another chance and "how do you think I feel, knowing I just chased off the girl of my dreams?" I was too freaked out to respond to any of them.

I can honestly say I have never had anything remotely crazy like these stories happen. Some of these sound so absurd. Are there really people THAT psycho in the world? I thought that was only for TV humor, etc! Crazy.

I went out with a hot firefighter that had muscles and shoulders like wow! We are eating dinner at a beautiful West Palm Beach Italian restaurant. He ordered for me. It was sexy. We start talking. He asked if he could be honest with me and of course I told him yes. He told me he is bisexual. First thing I asked him, cuz it came to my mind, is if he would let me use a strap on. HE GAVE ME A HIGH FIVE!!!! I was only kidding in my question. I couldn't wait for the night to end after this incident. On the way home, he asked if I would go to his house and cuddle. I kindly told him I was tired.

loooooooool! got more than you bargained for there!

I was on a wonderful date with a wanna be country artist... We were going fishing.... It was awesome until he brought his girlfriend along.

I don't know where these guys come from. A man should always pay on the first date, and probably the second.
its just the way it is.

:flowerforyou:

I never pay on the first date. I tell them it's dutch as soon as it's decided to go on a date. This way I don't run into the woman who like to go out with guys for the "free" meal and drinks. Some think that's rude, perfectly fine with me, just saved myself time and money. To those who don't mind, or like the idea, great, we can be ourselves and not have to try n impress no one with paying, where were going out to, how much money you have, or lack there of. Second date and beyond, I always pay. First date, gotta get the drift raft outta the way. I'm not in it for the "lay" anymore, I want some substance. JUST MY OPINION..........

While we are talking about guys paying...when i dated guys I always paid for myself...but...spent a weekend at my friend's house, and him and his boyfriend paid for everything i got while i was with them (tho I offered to pay for myself..then for us all after they'd paid ...but they always declined and paid..and i stayed 3 days with them and we ate out at every meal!)

worst first date ever.

it was his first and last! He and I had an okay time, not really talking much, sitting through a horror film and a dinner. When he went to drop me off he asked me if he could kiss me. I said yes, thinking to myself of how nice it is to have a polite man with manners for a change...then he lifted my shirt and went directly for my right breast. Not cool.

omg.....i'm sorry.......but this is funny!......i understand it was totally disrespectful towards you.....but the bad part of me thinks that was kinda clever of him.........omg i think i need therapy......lol

Ooh I have one!
It was on this past Valentine's Day. I had been on two previous dates with this guy and suspected he was a cheapskate. Every time we'd dined out we'd gone Dutch. I was teaching a weekly cooking class at the time, and usually had to buy ingredients out of pocket for each class. That particular week my expenses weren't going to be reimbursed until a few days later, so I was short on cash. Also, since the class was at a public school and no refrigeration was available, I usually ended up taking home two or three bags of leftover ingredients. I should mention that we live in two completely different boroughs in NYC and neither of us drives.

Anticipating his cheapness and not wanting to lug grocery bags around on our date, I'd told him a few days earlier that I couldn't make it due to the afore mentioned reasons. He seemed disappointed that I wouldn't go, then suggested he'd meet me at work and help me with the bags. He then said "What do you take me for, a neanderthal? Did you really think I wouldn't treat you to a glass of wine on Valentine's Day?". I thought this was sweet and that perhaps I'd misjudged him, so I agreed to the plan. He picks me up and helps me as promised, then suggests this wine and cheese bar that was like 4 blocks from his place (I hadn't known that when he suggested it). He then proceeds to pretend to have forgotten where the place was, and suggests cooking me dinner at his place as an excuse to get me to come home with him. I'd only hung out with him twice before for about two hours. Uh... no. I politely refused by saying I had my heart set on wine and cheese as we planned, to which he replies "Yeah. That was just me trying to save money". I let that one slide for some bizarre reason and we get to the bar. I have ONE glass of wine, and we split the cheapest cheese plate which was about $13. I was starving, mind. When the bill comes, he pays for my glass of wine, but looks at me expectantly for the cheese plate. I was incredulous, but remained composed as I didn't want to start a scene on V-Day. I start to pull out my debit card and the waiter explains it's a cash-only establishment. Rather than offer to get the bill, this dude lets me walk out of the establishment and walk two buildings over to the nearest ATM in order for me to fork over the $7.50 for my half of a cheese plate!

This has got to be a Seinfeld episode.
How is this guy NOT embarassed by his behavior?!

Working in Alaska for the summer and first date with girl on the night before I was to leave town at end of summer and fly back to lower 48 states. She'd made very clear to me that I was going to get lucky that night. But then her mom tried to poison me. Well, not exactly. Her mom gave me a beer when I first got to the house. Turned out it was spoiled but I didn't realize it. We went to movie and about 45 minutes into the movie, I was running for the bathroom trying to avoid anal leakage issues. Didn't quite make it. Left her at the theatre, walked back to apartment, cleaned up, hitchhiked to airport and stayed there until my flight left the next morning. Sometimes wonder how long she waited for me to come back from the bathroom.....

yeah, but I now see how rapist get away with it....

(he didn't. my brother and father made sure I know how to grab and twist it hard).

well good....the ol twist and pull trick will work every time. i will also accept "ram fingers into eye sockets" or "donkey kick to the nuts"....glad you came out of it okay.

Mine never even made it to the 1st date.

A few years ago I was a bank teller and a customer was flirting with me. I though why not and gave him my email (NOT MY PHONE #). We emailed a bit and it was cool, he seemed so nice, I gave him my #. The 1st phone call went well...
the 2nd phone call...

Him- "I'm so happy god led me to you and I can't wait to get married again so my daughter can have a mom. I'm happy to be falling in love." And so on and so on.

I never called him and never answered the phone again!