Terrible Dates

Worst date ever.......I had been helping a friend of mine DJ at a local bar and this girl kept coming in, stopping by, etc, going on about how she was tired of dating, etc. By the end of the night she asks me out and I figured hey why not. So the plan was for her to meet at my house and we would take the motorcycle out for a ride, have some dinner, and go catch a movie later on. Now mind you I was between jobs but still had plenty of money to go out. Ok, so she shows up....we hop on the motorcycle and I start taking her around. She's cool with it and we're having decent conversation on the bike. We stop off at JJ Finnegans (similar to Friday's) for a bite to eat. I'm thinking things are going well. Still talking, laughing etc. The waitress comes up and takes our drink order. Ok, still cool. She comes back to take our order and I motion to her to go ahead.....she says that she needs a minute, so I go ahead and order a ham and cheese croissant sandwich plate. She glances at the menu but now more concentrating, orders something very similar off the menu. The waitress walks away.....and then it's like the bottom fell out......she starts getting all chippy and aggravated......so I ask her what's wrong....."Nothing".....ok.....no really, what's up....."Well you didn't tell me I could get what I want".....what?....."and because you didn't I felt limited in my choices"......ummmmm, ok, I can call the waitress back and you can have whatever it is that you really want......"No, that's ok (scowl, grimace, snot snot LOL) So things are getting rather uncomfortable....she's tapping the fork against the butter knife and sighing extensively.....it's getting so awkward that I had to excuse myself to the washroom to basically try and collect myself......I come back out and the food is there......she picks at it like it's the worst garbage on the planet. I eat food rather quickly hoping to put and end to this fast. She then suddenly realizes that I'm her mode of transportation, that her vehicle is still parked outside my house 5 miles away. Then she starts half heartedly apologizing, that she is used to a certain way of doing things, etc. I get the check and pay it, tell her hey it's ok these things happen, put her on the bike, ride back to my house. She asks what we're going to be doing next and I tell her to hang on, that I left something in the house. My roommate is washing his dishes in the kitchen when i walk in. I tell him what a disaster of a date this is.....he turns to me and says OK broski, so where are we going tonight then?? I tell him hang on.....walk outside and tell her that the date was too awkward and that I couldn't see it getting any better
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."Well you didn't tell me I could get what I want".....what?....."and because you didn't I felt limited in my choices"......ummmmm, ok, I can call the waitress back and you can have whatever it is that you really want......"No, that's ok (scowl, grimace, snot snot LOL)

Jeesh....dodged an insecure bullet with that one!

I've had a couple of dates that were not much fun, but the only one I can say was truly bad (in the sense you're talking about) was my 30th birthday with my then-boyfriend. I won't go into detail because bashing a guy who isn't in my life anymore isn't really my style. But dating in general has not been that bad for me. My "picker" is pretty good, so I don't tend to end up on a date with a total loser in the first place. And I'm good at interesting conversation. So a bad date for me is typically one where the guy won't talk, doesn't get my sense of humor, or we don't really have anything substantive in common.

Guy shows up in a dirty T-shirt with a ripped flannel over it. . . I'm not sure he showered that day. Took me to Old Country Buffet as some big treat, so we could both get exactly what we wanted. Spent the whole date talking about how his union screwed him.

When I tried to make conversation and asked why he had chosen his job as a laborer instead of going in to his field of study (claimed to have a mathmatics degree), he lowered his voice and leaned across the table in one of the creepiest moves I've ever seen and said "Don't worry, darlin', I make enough to take care of you"

I couldn't get out of there fast enough. . . .

Mine wasn't even a date really. I had just been through an ugly break up, so my friend tried to be helpful and introduce me to one of his single friends who he thought I'd hit it off with. It was New Year's eve and he was working so we went to his job (he was a cashier at a grocery store, but i was about 16 at the time so I didn't really expect anything amazing). We had some pleasant small talk and arranged to go on an actual date later that week.

Here's where it gets weird. I meet him at his work before the date, because he's just finishing up his shift. He tried to tell me to meet him in unisex the bathroom, and tried to convince me it was because he needed to "talk" privately with me. I refused, and was starting to get weird-ed out. So then he grabs my face and starts ferociously playing hockey with my tonsils in the middle of the store.

At this point I am furious. I pushed him away very aggressively and told him that the date was off, and to erase my number from his phone. (Loudly, so everyone around would see that I was being harassed.) I didn't drive so I had to call a friend to come pick me up. The entire time I stood outside waiting, the guy was literally in tears on his knees in front of me. He told me he thought I was his soul mate and he could tell I was "pure of heart" and he couldn't control himself around me.

When my friend finally showed up I didn't even wait for the car to stop before I opened the door and got in. The guy chased the car until we turned onto the main road.

This was followed by weeks of texts and desperate phone calls until I blocked his number. Then he started showing up at my job and I had to file a restraining order against him.

ALL THAT and I didn't even talk to the guy for more then 5 minutes!

Met a girl and found out she didn't lift.So called her a taxi.

Met a guy and found out he judged women by their exercise habits rather then their personality and intellect. Called him a taxi.

I'll try to keep this short:

I was young, 23 I think, and met this gal out at a club in downtown Jacksonville, FL. Turns out she is from my home state, she's hot, and she likes to dance with me. Also revealed, is that she's 34. Even though she fit description of "cougar," she honestly didn't have that demeanor about her. I got her number, and told her I'd like to take her out...

The next week, we go out to dinner. She looks amazing. I'm feeling pretty good about myself, taking this much older woman out. We get seated at our table, and out of nowhere, this random dude sits down beside her and starts talking to her like I'm not even there...

"Why are you doing this to me? Who is this guy? How old is he? Does he know we're married?"

Um, DA *kitten*? :huh:

He starts making her cry, and I tell him I don't know who he is, but he can kindly excuse himself or I'm going to have to remove him from the situation. He abides, and she is a wreck. I calm her down, and she explains that he is her psycho soon-to-be-ex-husband, and the divorce was still going through (he was contesting it). Apparently he had been stalking her for weeks.

I don't blame her, but told her I wasn't in for the drama. Told her to call me once she legally got things in order, if she cared to. As I'm leaving, she says, "Be sure to be careful who is following you home. He might try to follow you."

I slept with a baseball bat for the next week. :laugh:

Ha! nice one mate. Should have just beta him. Like If you did the word-for-word thing with a solid conviction on your face.
Bloke: Who is this guy?
You: Yeah who is this guy?
Bloke: Does he know we are married?
You: Does he know we are married?
Bloke: What the ****?
You: are you the uncle jack she told me about?
So on..until you finally asked him to leave like you did. If pulled off without showing any attachment to the outcome, the lady was yours forever.
Although I am not so sure how 'psycho' you actually mean or weather that would have increased the chances of him following you home. My experience, if he was actually a man of any guts, he wouldn't chase women around. And barking dogs seldom bite.

I had a couple back when I was dong the online dating thing.

I had one that seemed nice enough so we agreed to meet for coffee, but he suggested tim hortons so we could have lunch instead of just coffee at Starbucks. I showed up and he was there in a ripped t-shirt and track pants already eating. He appologized and said he had planned to be finished before I got there... :noway: he thought a 2 block walk we took was the most exercise he had had in months... I really didn't need someone less active than me.

Another started the date by bashing my brother who he had worked with, then discussed hermaphrodites (and the naked hermaphrodite stripper he saw one summer floating in the channel) and then moved on to how it was no fair that all the mean people he knew in school got what he wanted, a family, kids, good job... and then was very rude to a tourist that interrupted us to ask for directions.

Had a guy pull the "oh I forgot my card in my other wallet" bs on me.

OMG, which one should we discuss now.... well let's talk about the guy who had absolutely nothing original to say. In the 2 hours we were together he told me the same story about his daughter and ex-wife at least 4 times! Showed me the same picture of his house in Maine at least twice, and talked about how he was getting ready to leave the Navy (retirement time) and get a job where he currently worked at least a dozen times!

He ate half my dinner, drank my glass of water... and then when we were getting ready to leave (thank God we drove separately I never let someone know where I live if I'm unsure of them), he made his move.... mouth wide open and tongue half out of his mouth! It is exactly how I imagine a St. Bernard would kiss!!!!

As I'm pulling out, I noticed that it looked like he was following me.... (according to what he'd said earlier, he lived in the opposite direction from me). I pulled into the Sheetz along the way, and so did he.... I got gas, he just sat there in his parked car. So I then stopped at my fav local watering hole to talk to a friend of mine (the bouncer there) because I just didn't like the feeling I was getting.... by the time I got to my friend I had a text from this guy asking why I wasn't going home! Needless to say, I stayed there with my friend for a bit, then he followed me home to make sure the guy was gone! Holy hell!

I hadn't seen this guy since that night... then this past weekend he showed up at my watering hole and tried to spark up a conversation. Thank God my friend was working and "escorted" the guy out the door UGH.

FWIW, you look EXACTLY like my Ex-wife.

Double date with a friend in high school. I knew she'd been dating her guy for a while, and sort of assumed my date would be a friend of his. Instead, it was her 26 year-old cousin, who did nothing but talk about knives all night (Freudian much?). I was so stressed out, I wound up breaking out in hives once he dropped me off at home.

Well... The day I asked her out, she laughed.

3 years later we're together, turns out she just had anxiety and she giggled under shocked situations.

I threw your sammich at you.....my bulky arms must've caused me to throw harder than a woman should. You know, since I lift more than a sammich weighs....

I should hope so, Irons, Pots & Pans aren't light!

My first experience with online dating after my divorce (2.5 years ago) was TERRIBLE.

I started talking to this guy from online and because I was extremely cautious, we texted for about 3 weeks before meeting.

We end up going to this fancy restaurant and all is well until he says that he needs to "tell me something".

He proceeds to tell me that he is an ex-convict that did 3 years in an American prison for being a drug mule in a drug bust that I saw happen on CNN a few years prior. Oh, should I mention we had already discussed how much I loathed drugs and people who did them? Yeah....anyways, I thought he was joking so I'm sitting there laughing like....right bud, when I look at his face and realize he's for serious. The waitress comes up to the table right as i'm realizing this and so after he orders I say "just a bottle of wine for me thanks". He then starts talking to me about his ex-girlfriend who is pregnant....but not to worry, it's not his. It's actually hers and some "quarter black guy" (yup, he's RACIST too, great) and they had apparently had shower sex which resulted in her pregnancy. I clearly needed to know this information to survive. He then goes on to tell me that her vagina is 2cm dialated and she gives him constant updates on her vaginal status. PERFECT? It kind of goes silent for awhile and then he pipes up with "okay so I really like you, but you can't come to my house for at least another couple weeks because my other ex-gf still lives there. She is still hung up on me and I can't get her to move out but i'm just going to throw her things in the driveway and hope for the best. After that, you're free to come by whenever you want"............yeah, no thanks.

I really don't think online dating is for me anymore lol

Oh my... that sounds so bad. At least you can laugh about it now!