I’ve mentioned this before, in an earlier ‘bad first date’ thread:
On our first dates…
My first boyfriend took me to see Silence of the Lambs.
My second boyfriend took me to see Se7en.
My third boyfriend took me to see Toy Story. This is the man I married. 
Sadly, it does not. I refer specifically to a wine called “Cheap White Wine.” The label clearly bears these words, making it all the funnier. As for the wine, it’s only ok. I’ve honestly had better for cheaper.
Break into mortuaries to fondle the newly dead?
Picketing abortion clinics and throwing pig fetus at the women who cross it?
“Spotlight” shooting rats at the city dump?
Anything that involves sex with our four-legged friends?
Posting on the SDMB?
“I made an appointment for us at the spa.”
“Really? That’s great!”
“Glad to hear it. So this won’t be the first time you’ve had your anus bleached?”
At one point I was actually contemplating bringing a potential romantic interest to Body Worlds. Now, given the type of boys I usually go for, this might work… but not as a first date, I think.
Another bad date movie… probably ERASERHEAD
A worse one… SYBIL
My husband and I saw Saw on our first actual date.
The only thing that saved it, is that when we walked out of the theater we turned to each other, said “Sweet Jeebus that was heinously bad” and turned right around and made it a double-feature with the Incredibles - which we both loved.
For the record, before I met my husband, I would have proposed *on the spot * to any gentleman who took me on a duelling-fire extinquishers and Blimpie date.
I had a date (kinda) that involved slogging through bogs, checking the insides of pitcher plants to determine what kind of insects they were eating… it was great!
I would so do this.
But we have no Blimpie where I live. 
I’ve had two dates at a local stip club. One for brunch featuring a girl with tits much smalled than mine 
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And one with my bisexual boyfriend who bought me a lap dance with a hot blond guy.
All in all, pretty good dates.
Furthermore most of the movies mentioned would be great dates as a far as I’m concerned. Maybe if he brought Elsa: She- Wolf of the SS on the first date…particularly if he laughed through it…
That sounds wonderful actually. But (before I got hitched) I was fond of picnics and nature rambles for dates.
When I was living in Denver, a woman told me she wanted to go to somplace offbeat and different for a first date.
I took her to Casa Bonita.
She sent me a scathing email the next day. Needless to say, there was no second date. 
What the hell was her problem? That place looks like a bucket of fun!
That’s just what I was going to say.
On our first date, I took Pepper Mill on a drive up and down US 1 north of Boston – one of the tackiest strips of road I’ve ever seen, from the Giant Orange T. Rex 9with Fluorescent Green Eyes) and the giant hilltop Chinese Restaurant Palace that was Weylu’s, past the giant Tiki Hut of the Kowloon Restaurant and the 100 foot cactus of the Hilltop Steak House, past the (now gone) giant inflatable vegetables, and the Japanese teahouse-looking restaurant and the Leaning Tower of Pizza atop the Prince Restaurant, the noew sadly replaced by a MacDonald’s Full of Bull restaurant, and the Restaurant in the Shape of a Fully Rigged Ship (with its Bowsprit penetrating the shops of the Fake New England Seacost Village that disguises a Christmas Tree Shop), it’s just one fun load o’crap.
Fortunately, she loved it. We were meant for each other.