worst dates ever

For those of you that have had so many bad dates, there is one common factor in all of them.

Yes. Men.

Yeah, I suppose it is more reasonable to believe all men are awful instead of looking in the mirror.

I'm pretty sure she was making a joke and you turned it into a really nasty insult. Nice one, bud.

Ooooh oohhh, I've got one! It's long though, I warn you!

It was horrible enough that I thought maybe I'd dreamt it out of a bad movie or something, but turns out the bartenders remember me and now rate any date I bring there based off that one...

It started with a blind date that my (former) friend set up. I met him at a local bar/pool hall because I didn't want him to know where I lived. I show up, sit at the bar and wait for him. I was making friends with the bartenders since the bar was pretty empty that night, and I didn't actually notice how much time went by. When he finally showed up he was 45 minutes late. Didn't apologize, didn't even mention it. I'm the forgiving type (sometimes) so I decided to keep an open mind and kept going with the date.

We go over to get the balls and rack at the counter, and I stand there while he just looks at me. He waited for me to ask for them, and waited for me to direct us to a table. We started to play, and while I admit that I suck at pool, he kept trying to "help" me...by bending over behind me anytime he got the chance and trying to dry hump my *kitten*. I asked him to stop a couple of times, and eventually ended up racking HIS balls with my stick "by accident". Didn't help.

During the couple of hours I put up with this, and him trying to kiss me and look down my shirt every chance he got (which wouldn't have been a big deal if I had known him longer than 3 minutes the first time he tried) HE ordered us drinks and a TON of finger food. Also not that big a deal, because I simply assumed he would be paying...duh. Silly me. I finally couldn't take it anymore and suggested that we end the evening. I walked to the desk to return the balls and rack, and when they told us the total I almost swallowed my tongue. Between the two hours of pool, my ONE margarita, and his INNUMERABLE drinks and literally EVERY appetizer on their menu our bill was close to $200. I waited for him to pay, and he just looked at me and when I said something, he went "Oh, I don't actually have any money. I thought you were treating us." Jerk. Then he explained that his WIFE (oops, something he forgot to mention!) was okay with his dating other women, but not with him paying for them. Nice.

Having no other option, I paid, and he then invited himself to my house. Obviously not happening, and I was pretty clear about it.. Then he came out with "Well, if you won't let me spend the night at your house, then I need some gas money to get home. I don't have enough gas to get there and I didn't bring any money because I knew you'd let me stay." I did a double take, rolled my eyes at the bartenders who were now lined up behind the bar, bent over, chins in hand watching the show and scoffing. I told him there was no way in hell and at that point I would be more likely to pay to make the date end. I walked out the door and he started following me. Because it was late and there weren't a lot of people around (and my car is very unique, which, while awesome in most scenarios, was not so much in this one) I didn't want him to see what I drove so he couldn't follow me or find me again in the future, so I turned around and walked back into the bar.

I sat down at the bar and he followed me back in and sat down next to me, asking what was wrong. I told him he was, and that he needed to leave me alone and never contact me again. He asked why I didn't go home, and I told him that I wasn't stupid and didn't want him following me home.

He kept harassing me until finally one of the bartenders asked him to leave me alone. He copped an attitude with the bartenders (all three were big burly muscle-y guys that I was fairly familiar with) and eventually, after they asked him to leave me alone and then eventually leave the bar and he refused, the three of them, and a cook from the back physically "assisted" him out onto the sidewalk. He kept coming back in while I kept sitting at the bar, and they removed him 4 more times before they had the cops waiting outside when they dropped him off again. After the bartenders explained the whole situation to the cops, they called for backup and while one car took him to jail (good for him, he didn't need gas money after all!) and the other followed me home and made sure I got home safely.

The next time I walked into the bar the bartenders said they'd never seen such a train wreck of a date before, and they'd taken up a collection from everybody in the bar to pay for "my" tab and refunded my credit card. The next week, I was dating one of the bartenders. Didn't work out, but it was exponentially better, and we're all still friends!

Ooooh oohhh, I've got one! It's long though, I warn you!

It was horrible enough that I thought maybe I'd dreamt it out of a bad movie or something, but turns out the bartenders remember me and now rate any date I bring there based off that one...

It started with a blind date that my (former) friend set up. I met him at a local bar/pool hall because I didn't want him to know where I lived. I show up, sit at the bar and wait for him. I was making friends with the bartenders since the bar was pretty empty that night, and I didn't actually notice how much time went by. When he finally showed up he was 45 minutes late. Didn't apologize, didn't even mention it. I'm the forgiving type (sometimes) so I decided to keep an open mind and kept going with the date.

We go over to get the balls and rack at the counter, and I stand there while he just looks at me. He waited for me to ask for them, and waited for me to direct us to a table. We started to play, and while I admit that I suck at pool, he kept trying to "help" me...by bending over behind me anytime he got the chance and trying to dry hump my *kitten*. I asked him to stop a couple of times, and eventually ended up racking HIS balls with my stick "by accident". Didn't help.

During the couple of hours I put up with this, and him trying to kiss me and look down my shirt every chance he got (which wouldn't have been a big deal if I had known him longer than 3 minutes the first time he tried) HE ordered us drinks and a TON of finger food. Also not that big a deal, because I simply assumed he would be paying...duh. Silly me. I finally couldn't take it anymore and suggested that we end the evening. I walked to the desk to return the balls and rack, and when they told us the total I almost swallowed my tongue. Between the two hours of pool, my ONE margarita, and his INNUMERABLE drinks and literally EVERY appetizer on their menu our bill was close to $200. I waited for him to pay, and he just looked at me and when I said something, he went "Oh, I don't actually have any money. I thought you were treating us." Jerk. Then he explained that his WIFE (oops, something he forgot to mention!) was okay with his dating other women, but not with him paying for them. Nice.

Having no other option, I paid, and he then invited himself to my house. Obviously not happening, and I was pretty clear about it.. Then he came out with "Well, if you won't let me spend the night at your house, then I need some gas money to get home. I don't have enough gas to get there and I didn't bring any money because I knew you'd let me stay." I did a double take, rolled my eyes at the bartenders who were now lined up behind the bar, bent over, chins in hand watching the show and scoffing. I told him there was no way in hell and at that point I would be more likely to pay to make the date end. I walked out the door and he started following me. Because it was late and there weren't a lot of people around (and my car is very unique, which, while awesome in most scenarios, was not so much in this one) I didn't want him to see what I drove so he couldn't follow me or find me again in the future, so I turned around and walked back into the bar.

I sat down at the bar and he followed me back in and sat down next to me, asking what was wrong. I told him he was, and that he needed to leave me alone and never contact me again. He asked why I didn't go home, and I told him that I wasn't stupid and didn't want him following me home.

He kept harassing me until finally one of the bartenders asked him to leave me alone. He copped an attitude with the bartenders (all three were big burly muscle-y guys that I was fairly familiar with) and eventually, after they asked him to leave me alone and then eventually leave the bar and he refused, the three of them, and a cook from the back physically "assisted" him out onto the sidewalk. He kept coming back in while I kept sitting at the bar, and they removed him 4 more times before they had the cops waiting outside when they dropped him off again. After the bartenders explained the whole situation to the cops, they called for backup and while one car took him to jail (good for him, he didn't need gas money after all!) and the other followed me home and made sure I got home safely.

The next time I walked into the bar the bartenders said they'd never seen such a train wreck of a date before, and they'd taken up a collection from everybody in the bar to pay for "my" tab and refunded my credit card. The next week, I was dating one of the bartenders. Didn't work out, but it was exponentially better, and we're all still friends!

Oh god that sounds horrible! I'm glad you can laugh about it. You could have stopped with him sticking you with the bill.

Out of curiosity, what bar was it? I went to school in Williamsburg and there are only so many bars in the area. Lol.

Oh god that sounds horrible! I'm glad you can laugh about it. You could have stopped with him sticking you with the bill.

Out of curiosity, what bar was it? I went to school in Williamsburg and there are only so many bars in the area. Lol.

Corner Pocket, over in New Town

Ooooh oohhh, I've got one! It's long though, I warn you!

It was horrible enough that I thought maybe I'd dreamt it out of a bad movie or something, but turns out the bartenders remember me and now rate any date I bring there based off that one...

It started with a blind date that my (former) friend set up. I met him at a local bar/pool hall because I didn't want him to know where I lived. I show up, sit at the bar and wait for him. I was making friends with the bartenders since the bar was pretty empty that night, and I didn't actually notice how much time went by. When he finally showed up he was 45 minutes late. Didn't apologize, didn't even mention it. I'm the forgiving type (sometimes) so I decided to keep an open mind and kept going with the date.

We go over to get the balls and rack at the counter, and I stand there while he just looks at me. He waited for me to ask for them, and waited for me to direct us to a table. We started to play, and while I admit that I suck at pool, he kept trying to "help" me...by bending over behind me anytime he got the chance and trying to dry hump my *kitten*. I asked him to stop a couple of times, and eventually ended up racking HIS balls with my stick "by accident". Didn't help.

During the couple of hours I put up with this, and him trying to kiss me and look down my shirt every chance he got (which wouldn't have been a big deal if I had known him longer than 3 minutes the first time he tried) HE ordered us drinks and a TON of finger food. Also not that big a deal, because I simply assumed he would be paying...duh. Silly me. I finally couldn't take it anymore and suggested that we end the evening. I walked to the desk to return the balls and rack, and when they told us the total I almost swallowed my tongue. Between the two hours of pool, my ONE margarita, and his INNUMERABLE drinks and literally EVERY appetizer on their menu our bill was close to $200. I waited for him to pay, and he just looked at me and when I said something, he went "Oh, I don't actually have any money. I thought you were treating us." Jerk. Then he explained that his WIFE (oops, something he forgot to mention!) was okay with his dating other women, but not with him paying for them. Nice.

Having no other option, I paid, and he then invited himself to my house. Obviously not happening, and I was pretty clear about it.. Then he came out with "Well, if you won't let me spend the night at your house, then I need some gas money to get home. I don't have enough gas to get there and I didn't bring any money because I knew you'd let me stay." I did a double take, rolled my eyes at the bartenders who were now lined up behind the bar, bent over, chins in hand watching the show and scoffing. I told him there was no way in hell and at that point I would be more likely to pay to make the date end. I walked out the door and he started following me. Because it was late and there weren't a lot of people around (and my car is very unique, which, while awesome in most scenarios, was not so much in this one) I didn't want him to see what I drove so he couldn't follow me or find me again in the future, so I turned around and walked back into the bar.

I sat down at the bar and he followed me back in and sat down next to me, asking what was wrong. I told him he was, and that he needed to leave me alone and never contact me again. He asked why I didn't go home, and I told him that I wasn't stupid and didn't want him following me home.

He kept harassing me until finally one of the bartenders asked him to leave me alone. He copped an attitude with the bartenders (all three were big burly muscle-y guys that I was fairly familiar with) and eventually, after they asked him to leave me alone and then eventually leave the bar and he refused, the three of them, and a cook from the back physically "assisted" him out onto the sidewalk. He kept coming back in while I kept sitting at the bar, and they removed him 4 more times before they had the cops waiting outside when they dropped him off again. After the bartenders explained the whole situation to the cops, they called for backup and while one car took him to jail (good for him, he didn't need gas money after all!) and the other followed me home and made sure I got home safely.

The next time I walked into the bar the bartenders said they'd never seen such a train wreck of a date before, and they'd taken up a collection from everybody in the bar to pay for "my" tab and refunded my credit card. The next week, I was dating one of the bartenders. Didn't work out, but it was exponentially better, and we're all still friends!

This was a really horrible date LOL.

My worst date was probably the time when a blind date was SO loud and boisterous in the restaurant. He had no table manners and inserted an entire, very long asparagus spear into his mouth, then chewed with his mouth open.

We went to a restaurant connected to a mall and he suggested we go shopping. I was wearing very high heels but figured maybe I could turn this date around by at least finding something cute (and obviously, paying for it myself). We went to Old Navy and he actually found something. I don't know why I continued to even keep him company but I did. It was then that he took his new bag and swiftly hit me in my butt with it. I think he was trying to be flirty but it nearly toppled me over (again, high heels).

We walked back to the entrance and that's when he suggested we go see a movie. I was very honest with him and told him that I didn't think it would work out and that my feet really hurt. LOL. We went our separate ways.

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My story isin't as fantastic as the ones posted here, but i'll post it anyway. I went out with a girl who I had worked with, at the time. She was home for the summer and the plan was for me to go pick her up and go watch a movie. We were both huge movie buffs and it sounded like a great plan.

At the time, I drove an old '95 Jeep Grand Cherokee. The driver-side door always made a loud, metal *POP* noise if I opened it too far. It had done this ever since I had bought the car a year before so I never thought anything of it.

This particular night had been very rainy. We pull into the movie theater parking lot. She steps out of the car and I open my door. I swing it open a bit too fast and I hear the *POP*, then the loudest noise I have ever heard as my ENTIRE DOOR breaks off at the hinge and proceeds to hit every possible object on its way to the asphalt.

The rain was loud, but my ears were ringing from the racket the door made, it was probably embarassment, more than anything. As I sat there, still sitting in my seat, I looked at the door on the ground to my date standing on the other side of the car and back down to my door. My face was burning hot. Only about 5-10 seconds had passed but I had comtemplated just driving away, leaving her and my door in the rain, changing my phone number and never returning to my job.

Of course, that would be an *kitten* move, so I hopped out of the car, picked up my door and attempted to smash it back onto the Jeep. After about four or five attempts, the latch caught and the door stuck. We laughed all the way to the ticket window, even though we were both soaking wet, by then.

The movie was good enough that I had forgotten all about it, until it was time to leave the theater. The horrifying embarassment returned when I had to get in the car from the passenger side.

Nothing serious ever happened between us, but we remained friends for a while after that.

This may not seem bad to some, but I met a girl online and after talking a few times we decided to go to dinner. I picked her up and everything was going well. We were a good hour into the date and I thought there could be a great starting point if things continued to go that way. We spoke of work, family, etc. As we are almost done with dinner, the subject of ex's and sex comes up. (no problem right) So she asks how many people I have slept with. Normally not a big deal, but being within the first 2 hours of meeting it snuck up on me, so I asked her, "why, how many have you been with?" It was at that point that the night went downhill. She responded by telling me that she was not exactly sure, but it was around 75 - 80 if you include the handful of females she experimented with. I had no illusions that we were each others first, but I was expecting something under 2 dozen. I shook it off and finished the date but declined when she asked me to come in and stay if I wanted. Just something about becoming #81 on the first date left me looking for a shower...

http://www.myfitnesspal.com/blog/Alex_is_Hawks/view/some-dates-are-a-special-place-in-hell-true-story-to-follow-459045

that is all....

A first date and we were at the movies and he fell asleep and I tried to nudge him awake b/c he was snoring a bit and he was still half asleep and grabbed my hand and put it in his crotch. He was a night shift worker and hadn't had any sleep yet so I gave him a second chance, we've been married 13 years now!

HILARIOUS! :laugh: