Best date/Worst date

What was the best and worst date you’ve ever had? Sometimes I think people dwell on bad things without even putting it into perspective. Is a boring date ‘bad’? perhaps in the least ‘good’ category. Or maybe if you went through a lot of trouble to arrange (schedule/distance/etc) a dull date can seem ‘worse’ in comparison.

Best: Went out and about in San Francisco, including walking across the Golden Gate bridge, then eating at the Cheescake factory and getting ice cream. Ironically, neither one of us felt any chemistry toward each other, and I used to classify this as a ‘lame’ date. But now that I re-think it, it was a good date, just with unrealistic expectations. This date taught me that no matter how much you get along with someone on email/AIM/telephone, there’s no guarantee you’ll click with them when you meet them. In the end, I had fun because it got me to do something I had never done before (walk across the bridge) and spend time with someone other than my usual friends for once.

Worst: The person was much, much less attractive looking in real life, and not much conversation. It wound up being kind of awkward, because the whole time it just felt like ‘I’m eating lunch with a total stranger’. Kind of hypocritical, maybe- but we weren’t doing anything particularly fun…maybe if we met at a theme park or something I would have had a better time in lieu of the company.

Obviously, my best/worsts aren’t that much different in a way. But I’m sure some of you out there have some more striking comparisons of what the best and worst date you were on was like?

I really don’t think I’ve had a best date. I can’t think of one that stood out for me.

The worst was a blind date I went on when I was 15. The guy was a complete jerk. Barely talked to me, except for monotone one-word answers to my questions. Didn’t try to initiate any coversation. I can’t even chalk it up to nervousness. He just looked completely, utterly bored and disinterested and would rather be anywhere but with me.

I’ve already described my worst date ever, here.

I think my best date was the fourth time I met my long-distance boyfriend, and we went to Europe for a month.
Hm, maybe I’m cheating. :smiley:

Ok, so my best date ever was my first date with him. I was meeting him for the first time, so I was insanely nervous that he’d be nothing like he seemed online, or that he’d think the same of me. But after we exchanged our first smiles, I was completely comfortable with him. He took me to the Evening Parade, and I knew he was the guy for me when he started “oompah”-ing along with the tuba. :slight_smile: Walking down the street that night, some random woman stopped us to say we looked awfully happy. Then we went to a diner and stayed out till the middle of the night, talking and marveling at how much we have in common.

We smiled and giggled so much that night. Actually, he made me laugh so much that weekend that I lost my voice.

Yeah, best date ever.

My best was with a gal I met through square dancing; we’d danced together a number of times and carpooled together; one evening she invited me inside when we got to her house and we sat on the couch and talked. And after a while I found myself smiling and smiling and smiling as we talked, and I thought to myself, “I’m falling in love with this gal and pretty soon now I’m going to kiss her.”

And I was, and I did, and it was very nice. Eventually she broke up with me, after a fairly long relationship; but I’ll always remember her fondly; and I’ll always remember that evening, sitting there on the couch with her, smiling and smiling.

Woman who I knew from work. After a few weeks of flirting, I asked her out. We went to a nice dinner, saw a movie, then went to a bar near my apartment for a nightcap. We closed the bar, I walked her to her car, and gave her a peck on the cheek. Walking back to my place, I met a young lady who was trying to get into the bar to use the bathroom. Since the bar was closed, I let her use my bathroom. We started chatting, and ended up going to another bar for drinks, a whole slew of drugs, and then back to my place where we had sex until past dawn. That was a great date!

Worst Date–my first “real” date. We went to the Macaroni Grill. Being a lover of calamari, the fried little rings kind, I ordered it. I didn’t realize that calamari could come in other forms than rings. I wound up losing my appetite and feeling sick for the rest of the dinner. ('Course, now, I don’t have any compunctions about eating anything in any form as long as it’s sanitary & edible, but I was 17 then)

Best Date–my first date with my current boyfriend. We are co-workers (different departments). He had questions about my code, and then we struck up a little chat by email. He had that certain “wit” about him and I liked that, and we found that we liked aquariums and he invited me to the public aquarium. I wasn’t expecting anything to come from it but a few minutes together was all it took for us to fall for each other. We had so much fun at the aquarium, and then we played at an arcade afterwards, had Mexican food. He is a true mad-scientist type, with a great, quirky and slightly morbid/dark sense of humor. Couldn’t have asked for a better match…

Best: A girl that I literally fell in love with at first sight, almost a year after we met actually asked me out on a date (still the only time in my life that that has happened)… We went to the Seattle Art Museum, then to a movie, then to rent movies. It was just fantastic.

Worst: A tie. Both Craigslist debacles.

  1. I went to see the Corpse Bride with this girl… the movie was fine, then we went to Starbucks for coffee… after finishing her coffee she preceded to chew her cup… not like nervously chew on the rim… but literally chew up the entire cup. She then told me I had really big ears. She also kept subtly accusing me of being married. She was a freaaaaak.

  2. First she sent completely out of date pictures of herself…Now… I’m a big guy… I tend to like bigger girls… but I shouldn’t worry that my date will get winded by walking across the street and her obesity is decidedly the most morbid that I had seen in person and not on television special about extremely overweight people who have to be cut out of chairs and mobile homes… It would have been okay if she had a great personality… Nope. She was boorish and interrupted me constantly. Finally I had to just ignore my innate politeness and continue speaking through her interruption until I got my idea out or until she realized “Oh he’s still talking.” and piped down.
    She also made the date for a coffeeshop that her roommate worked at…while her roommate was working… so it was a safety date… which is pretty lame. Making it a day time date is fine but a day time safety date? Booooo.

The kicker… Found out about two months later… She also did fetish porn.

Best- in college, standing in line outside a bar with my roommate & his girlfriend, waiting to get in to see the band, we struck up a conversation w/the girl in front of us. Turns out she was a professor at the university (!), never would have realized it, she was dressed to go clubbing and looked 10 yrs younger than her age. Roomate & his GF got tired of waiting & left. She & I kept talking, one of her students was in the band and she told him she’d come out to watch him. We danced all night, then after closing the joint, she tossed me the keys to her Trans Am and told me to drive her home. She popped out the T-tops as I drove. When we got to her place, she suggested we go skinny dipping in the development pool. We scaled the fence, she stood at the edge of the pool, pulled her sundress over her head- she had been wearing nothing underneath all night. We swam for a few minutes then jumped out, grabbed our clothes, and ran naked back to her door. Inside, she rocked my world most of the night. Woke me in the morning with a hummer, cooked me breakfast, then drove me back to my apartment. My other roommates were like “she cooked you breakfast!?!?!? she drove you home!?!?!?” in disbelief. I couldn’t have scripted a better night.

Worst- blind date with a girl I met through the Village Voice personals- this was before the internet. We met at a bar in Greenwich Village and I immediately knew I would dread the next two hours. She looked like a muppet and had the personality of a mannequin. It was clear to both of us we weren’t the dream date we each had hoped for, so after 2 beers and a short walk to Washington Square Park, we shook hands and went in opposite directions.

Worst Date - During my freshman year in college, a friend of mine won a dinner for four and four movie passes on a radio station contest. He asked if I would like to go with him, his girlfriend and her best friend. Her best friend was a stunning beauty but I never really met her or talked to her, so I jumped at the chance. It was a disaster. She wouldn’t talk to me or hardly even look in my general direction. I don’t know if she was really shy or just thought she was too good for me. It was the most awkward four hours of my life to that point.

Best Date - Any of the dates with the young lady who became my wife. We had known each other for six years and our dates were always very relaxed and passionate. We never had a date that I didn’t thoroughly enjoy. That is how I knew she was the one.

And you found this out how? :slight_smile:

…Oh you know how… Totally ruined my boner. :smack:

Worst: A guy I met in a bar invited me to see a play and have dinner. He had no car, so we were headed for the theater on a bus (now this is okay, although I wasn’t really dressed for the bus, and he seemed to be a bit pissed off that I hadn’t mentioned I didn’t have a car). So we’re cruising along and the bus goes past National Jewish Hospital and this guy suddenly starts spewing about the International Jewish Conspiracy and how it’s probably been kept from me (no, dude…I would know!) and just some unbelievable hateful stuff. For instance Jews devoted themselves to keeping everybody else down, which was why he could not get ahead and probably why we were taking the damned bus instead of a limousine. He had seemed so normal! And he was cute! And he had tickets to Chorus Line! But he was an irredeemable wacko. So, the next time the bus stopped, I got off. This was kind of an impulse, and not a real great one given the neighborhood, but it seemed to beat sitting there horrified while he spouted shit. So then, there I was in a very bad part of town, getting taken for a hooker as I stomped along, and I was just glad this guy had revealed himself early in the evening and then not followed me off the bus. Okay, I know I only met the guy in a bar, still I expected better.

Best: This is going to sound anticlimactic. It started out like just a date, kind of inconsequential. We went out to eat, then went to a karaoke bar where we did not sing, then we went to another bar and had a couple of drinks, left because the music was too loud to talk and there wasn’t enough room on the dance floor to dance, and walked about 80 blocks back to where I was staying. It just does not sound that great. But it was.

Best date:
Before we were married when Mrs. D and I were dating. We were talking on the phone and she said, “I have to go, I have the feeling you are going to get a call”. I was puzzled by this statement, but said my goodbyes and hung up.

Five minutes later, she calls me back, but pretends to hardly know me. She says that she remembers when we would bump into each other in High school (FYI, we went to different high schools, but would run into each other occasionally. We didn’t start dating until college.) and was wondering if I wanted to go out for dinner with her.

All this time I am wondering what she is trying to do, after all we had been dating for about 2 years at this point, but she is PRETENDING like she barely knows me.

I decide to play along and accept her date. We set a time and place and she says she will pick me up.

The date arrives, she picks me up and for the entire date, she acts like she hadn’t seen me since high school. We go out to dinner to a very nice restaurant, drive to Lake Michigan (40 min away) and watch the sun set, then go back to my place. I put on the Kenny G music and within 10 min of making out we are all over each other (You all can fill in the details yourselves! :smiley: )

After we were done, she asked me how our “Second First Date” was. Yes, it was a blast!

Worst date:
This was in high school. I had been dating this one girl (Lisa) for a few months and was really interested in her, and she seemed interested in me. She was fun and had a great spunky personality that I really liked. She seemed to like going to movies and hanging out with me. I asked her to senior prom and she accepted.

This started out like it was going to be a great date. I had managed to get my tuxedo for free due to a promotion by the tux rental place. We were at a very nice restaurant with a group of my friends and she had only ordered a shrimp cocktail, so between the prom tickets, dinner, corsage and my free tux rental, this was turning out to be quite an inexpensive date.

The rest of the night was not nearly so great. She refused to dance with me for pretty much the entire night and kept pawning me off to dance with her friends. In fact the entire night I only got to dance with her once… and that was the only time I really spent any time with her at the prom. We decided afterwards to catch a movie, so a group of us went to the theater and she sat with her friends the entire time.

The entire date sucked. Me being the naive person I was back then didn’t realize until afterwards that she was never really interested in me and she was just stringing me along.

I look back now and laugh at it, but at the time it was really hurtful to me.

I’ve never really had any crappy dates, unless you count the time my boyfriend and I went out to dinner with some friends of his and he got so drunk he couldn’t keep it up. Oh, and in his drunken stupor asked me to “suck his cock like a whore.” Yeah - didn’t happen.

My Best Date would be any date with my husband, but especially our second date. We went to a coffee house downtown and both ordered chai and shared a dessert. We closed the place down. Since we’d gotten past first-date jitters, we were really able to talk about all sorts of different things and get to know each other a lot better. Plus, he didn’t freak out when I told him I was only 19 (he was 26). I knew there was something special about him after our first date, and date #2 was just a 3 1/2 hour long confirmation of that. (He proposed like 6 weeks later.)

**Worst Date ** (I posted this in another recent thread, but it fits here also):
One time during my senior year of high school I asked a co-worker out. She and I had been getting along and she was cute and all. Anyway, I suggested we go see “Rocky IV” which was currently in theaters. She seemed very excited and was really looking forward to going.

However, unbeknownst to me, she had mis-heard me and thought we were going to see Rocky Horror, as in the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Later on in the week when she was talking about what she was going to wear and what she was going to bring, I thought man she’s whacked! (I had barely heard of Rocky Horror and was not familiar with all the trappings of that movie experience). Needless to say, when she figured out I was talking about a boxing movie, uh, well, it was awkward. We went and all, but I got the feeling that she only accompanied me out of a sense of obligation.

Best Date: The first date with my (now) wife. Nothing exciting or adventuresome. Just two people clicking. I was coming out of a damaging relationship and not looking to find a girlfriend. Well, this lady in my Sunday School class asked if I could give her a ride to a city about an hour away so she could take her TOEFL test. Sure, why not. And we just started talking in the car and well, we’re still together.

I haven’t really had a best date that I can think of but my worst springs to mind…
My senior prom date had a bad cold that weekend and decided that the best thing to do was to dope up on medicine. Of course he over did then and was totally out of it the whole night, wandering away and dancing with other people most of the time. I spent most of the night keeping him from falling over and so on. We barely danced and when we did he sang along loudly so at the end of the night I was home and asleep by 12:30. The only good part was that he didn’t remember most of the night so I got to fill him in on every thing he did taking my own liberties with the stories of course

Oh what a night: Pearl Harbor Day 1994. Met Marie at her place, listened to some fairly sexy music (Neville Bros., IIRC), then went to – I love this part – a totally empty dance bar near her place. (Did I mention it was a weeknight?) Low lights, no one around, booze, music, cozy couches, Marie in tight faded jeans and a starchy white blouse. Just about everything but penis ensued; hey, we were in public. Then…back to Marie’s…sigh

Oh what a fright: Spring 1995. Washington, DC. Raining like hell. I’d taken Gia to dinner during a documentarians’ convention she was organizing the fall before, and we’d had a great time. This time I met her at some cold, gloomy, upstairs beer-and-coffee place. Conversation stalled. Panic attack. I thanked Gia for a lovely time and said I had to get outa there. She practically left finger marks in my shoulder, poor thing; couldn’t think what she’d said or done.

Worst Date: I can’t remember much of it (since I’ve blocked it from my memory forever), but I know it included him saying to me, “Are you always this boring???”

:eek:

What the??? Couldn’t get the guy to do ANY talking, communicating, interacting with me. He just sat there across the table from me!!

Well, ok, maybe I really WAS that boring. To him, anyway.

But he’s the Worst Date ever not just for being an unbelievable ass, but for calling me for weeks afterwards. No, not to ask me out again, but for booty calls!!!

:rolleyes:

Best: My first date with my husband. We had already met and sort of hooked up at a party, but we had really clicked, and he wanted to take me on a real date. It was finals week, and we were both stressed, so we decided to meet at the Reynolds Club (student union type place) after one of his finals and then go out for lunch. I was pretty intimidated; he was three years older and really brilliant. I’d just seen a play he directed, and it had been amazing. My anxieties were assuaged, however. Our eyes met. He walked up to me, a skinny nerd in a leather jacket and violet-tinted sunglasses, and said with a smile, “Hey…I just flunked number theory!” My mind reeled. I’m dating a totally bad-assed geek. This is awesome. Over lunch, he gave me a present–Smashing Pumpkins mix tapes. They’re his favorite band. I was absolutely in, head over heels.

Worst: Almost the same date (meeting after class, eating lunch), but with a complete weirdo. The bizarro version of my best date. This guy was having my future husband’s date and was completely head over heels with me, but I was on a date with Adult Beavis. He was desperate not to end the date, followed me home, and confessed his love to me, so I threw him out. Fact: He’s now a registered sex offender!

Best: Any one of a number of dates with my high school sweetheart. We broke up painfully, but when we were on we were all the way on.

Worst: I’ll probably never get tired of linking to this story.