It was the WORST DATE when.......
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It was the WORST DATE when.......
| Wed, 06-13-2007 - 9:53am |
what happened?
I would love to hear what made you realize it was the worst date you ever had! Was it where he took you? Did he have no clue about geography? Did he do or say something crude? Did he have a comb over and look like a toad, but thought he was a good looking hunk? Let's hear the stories of the "worst date" when.......
BTW: I've had a list of them! But I'll share one in particular later..

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In high school a couple girl friends and I always went on blind dates. If one of us found a cute guy to go out with, we'd always say bring your friends and I'll bring mine. More times than not, I ended up with a weirdo. LOL
The worst in particular was a guy who looked like Les Nesman from WPKR in Cinnatti (that radio sitcom). He wasn't funny. He was just annoying and weird. But at the end of the night, he still asked me for my phone number. And I said the lamest thing ever.... I said "My mother doesnt let me give out my phone number." My girl friends and I were laughing hysterically. And as he walked away, he tripped. LOL.
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I can honestly say I have never had a really bad date. Usually what happens is I find someone really good on paper and we hit it off and then they have some bad thing that prevents us from going further.
Like a lifeguard who is into me and my sport but has had more butt than a toilet seat, or a perfect FF that would rather have beer than sex and who has to drink a lot everyday, or a guy whose exw wants him back and he goes back for the sake of the kids. ERGH!
Can we all just have NO MORE DRAMA in the relationship department? When I was on vacation I saw so many happy married couples (I guess everyone is happy on vacation, right?) it gave me hope. Certainly it can't be this hard? Or maybe it is the whole OLD thing, right?
Uhhh...............what? That was probably the most offensive thing anyone has ever said to me.
I never talked to him after that, and I got a nasty email from him saying he was removing me from his matches, since he could tell by our conversation that I was very full of myself. My friends got a kick out of that, since I am probably the least full of myself there is (ie - doormat). Didn't really have any luck with the online thing. I went on two dates and I am sure one was not the same guy from the picture at all. The other was a dud.
I don't think I have the patience. Ugh - to be young & in college again with a bigger selection (and beer goggles!)
:)
My worst date ever. Hm, this is a hard one!
I guess it would be a lunch date I was supposed to have with a guy I'll call Italian. I "met" him through OLD. His profile stated he was 36 and divorced, 5'11", and that he liked to be active. His pic showed a friendly looking, smiling guy standing in front of a jeep. We had the required four or five emails, one phone conversation, and he was going to be in the town I work in, so we agreed to meet for lunch.
The weather was just turning nice, so he suggested he bring lunch to the park next to my workplace. First mistake- a picnic lunch for the first date. Nevertheless, I agreed as being outside was appealing, it was the middle of the day, and this particular park is frequented quite heavily- including by the buses, so I knew it was safe.
I arrive at the park at the designated time. Fifteen minutes later (I was catching up on paperwork in the sun) a rusted out pickup truck that was held together with duct tape- I swear- pulls up. Out steps a guy EASILY two inches shorter than me, probably three. I'm 5'9", there is NO way this guy is 5'11".
Well, make the best of it, I thought. Italian spends the next three minutes explaining why he was late- traffic- and then pulls out a pear. Yes, that's right, one single pear. This was his idea of a picnic lunch. Then he tells me his MOTHER forgot to pack the lunch, and this is what he could find.
It gets better. He wasn't 36, he was 46. His marriage ended because his wife wanted to live in a home seperate from his mother, but he wasn't READY for that. Oh, yes.
He spends the next few minutes telling me all about his health problems- severe, chronic depression coupled with diabetes and alcoholism, trouble finding steady work, and every other possible thing he can think of to say. After about ten minutes, I made an excuse that I had to get back to work, and left.
This was not the end of the Italian though- he left a message on my cell that afternoon that he'd had a great time and wanted to do it again. I didn't reply. A few months later, he called completely out of the blue and asked if I'd been busy dating. Naturally, I told him I had, and expected never to hear from him again.
I wasn't to be that lucky, as about three weeks ago he called again. This time it was truth when I told him I was involved in a relationship, and thankfully I think he finally clued in to the fact that even if I wasn't so happy with funnyguy, I'd still not be into him.
He was a charmer, all right.
Moody, who can't wait to read everyone else's stories
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Moody, you get my vote for Most Disastrous Date story.
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