There is a Date from Hell thread but everyone there was on the receiving end of the hellishness. Surly there are some dopers who gave the hellishness for one reason or another.
These are our stories.
A long long time ago about a year after my divorce some friends of mine decided that I was ready to date again. I really wasn’t. That was their first mistake. So these friends of mine, a romantic couple themselves, talked some friend of theirs into a double date with me. They decide that we will have a no stress, low key outing that some how ended up watching a video at my apartment.
Fine. My apartment was clean, if small, and I, being the movie connoisseur got to pick the movie. That was their second mistake.
I chose a great film called The Year my Voice Broke. It really is a great movie but it is a slow paced, mysterious film from Australia that doesn’t spell everything out for you. My date was very frustrated by the end of the film and was dying for ‘Something to happen’.
What do you mean? A Lot happens!
What?! What Happened.
A screaming match is not a good end to a date, especially where one tells his date that she just wasn’t smart enough to ‘get’ the film.
I told them I wasn’t ready to start dating again. But they didn’t believe me! Why didn’t they believe me?!
I posted this in the original thread, but I guess it belongs here…
I once brought a girl to a date…
I met a girl a long time ago, at summer camp when we were 14. Her name is Katie. We kept in touch for years, and we ended up going to the same college. During our freshman year, Katie called me up and asked if I wanted to go see a volleyball game and a movie with her. Sounds good, I said. I asked her if she minded if a friend of mine came along, since I had already made some tentitive plans. See, It didn’t really occur to me that this was supposed to be a date. She said ok…
So, I brought along a friend. A girl. A girl who I was in the beginning stages of dating… It didn’t even occur to me at the time, that I brought a girl to a date. The girl I was with told me later that she could tell exactly what was up. I guess women are more in tune to what each other are thinking and expressing… Also, I am apparently clueless.
I’m still friends with Katie. We laugh about it occasionally
I don’t know if this counts as a “date”, since I’d been dating the guy for several months . . .
. . . and basically it all comes down to me being a groggy, grumpy bitch on a sailing trip with his parents, because my boyfriend had denied me breakfast (for fear I’d get sick on the boat), shoved Dramamine down my throat (for fear I’d get sick on the boat), and not warned me that it’s hella cold on the water!
So basically I was starving, drowsy, and freezing.
In a word, miserable.
And yeah. It showed.
About a week later, he dumped me, citing (among other reasons) the fact that I’d made him feel like an idiot in front of his parents by being a grouch who refused to talk to anyone.
I fell asleep on a first date once. I had had more to drink than I should, and we were watching The Matrix, which I believe is one of the most boring films ever made, and … well, to be honest, my date was a fairly boring person as well. Still feel bad about it, though.
We did end up going out for a couple of months after that, mostly because I would have felt guilty (for entirely unrelated reasons) if I had dumped him.
I think mine are all like that. In more recent memory:
I once let my dad set me up with a girl. Basically, she was an au pair for one of his co-workers. We talked a few times on the phone, then decided to get together for dinner. The only time we could find was right before one of my evening ground school classes, when there wasn’t much time. We went to a local diner-type chain and in my haste I’d neglected to stop at an ATM. Well, you can guess where this one goes: I didn’t even have enough cash to pay for a $15 meal, so she had to pick it up. We talked a few more times on the phone and I offered to make it up to her and go someplace nice, but I don’t think she was ever really interested. The last time I told her I’d call after Thanksgiving (a few days away) and never did. Doesn’t matter, she moved back homes shortly thereafter.
The other one coming to mind… I went out with a girl I’d met in person a few months earlier (again, scheduling difficulties). We went to a fairly nice restaurant (yes, I picked up the tab for that one then walked around the Inner Harbor for a while. I’d taken the train in so I wouldn’t have to worry about parking, so she drove me back to the station. We’re sitting in the car at a light; she reaches over to hug me, and upon disengaging I (accidentally, I swear!) feel up her left boob. In my defense, it’s a confined space and they weren’t that small. After closing the door the first thought in my head was, “well, there go all my chances.” She might not have cared, but with scheduling and dissimilar personalities it never would’ve worked anyway. I still run into her at gatherings, but she can hardly say two words to me anymore.
That, unfortunately, was the last date I was on. Last June. I’m hopeless…
This guy calls me at work, says he’s in this LARGE chorus with me, chat chat chat. I tell him I don’t know who he is - he says he’s tall, dark hair and a bass. OK I think he’s the tall, bearded, portly, nice guy who always smiles at me. So we chat awhile and he asks me out. OK sure - give him directions to my house.
Well, the night comes and my roomie opens the door, and this guy asks for me. I go to the door, and I’m disappointed. It’s not Mr BurlyMan - It’s Mr PreppyLawyer. But OK I’m not standing him up at the door, so I’m nice and friendly “it’s nice to put a face with a name” and all the while he’s looking at me funny.
Soooooo, off we go. We eat dinner with his sister and family. SHE looks at me weird and gives this “well, it’s nice to date outside your species” speech during the meal. OK whatever. Preppy people must be weird.
Then he takes me to a Vince Gill concert. And proceeds to stand through the entire thing, singing along with every song. I’ve never HEARD of Vince Gill before this. I have no idea what’s going on. I love music but COUNTRY? So not me. I am seriously freaked by this point.
He takes me home, walks me to my door, and I shake his hand, thank him for a lovely evening, and scurry inside as quickly as I can.
Turns out that HE didn’t know who I was either. :eek: He thought he was calling the perky, little blonde from the OTHER end of my row - not me, the fat chick. Nothing little or perky or blonde on me! Miscommunication all around. I hope he finally went out with Miss Perky, cause I must’ve been a BIG disappointment for him!
That other thread got me thinking along these lines, too. I started obsessing over every time I was an obnoxious, sex-crazed jerk to girls and came to the conclusion that I was obviously a Bad Person. Then I realized no, I was just a teenage boy. It was a pretty harrowing two minutes, let me tell you.
I broke up with a guy and generally find I need about 2 years recovery time, but my friend was hounding me to go out with a guy that had been asking her about me. I went, but I was smart enough to have him meet me in a public place as opposed to my house.
I could tell immediately this wasn’t going to be any fun. He was leering at me and talking to my breasts (no, not chicken) at dinner. I decided to pay for dinner to show him I was in charge and to unsettle him a little. Didn’t work. We went to a movie where he tried to rub parts of himself on me in line, in the theater, on the way back to the car. I tried to cut the whole mess short and had him drive me back to my car.
I could tell I wasn’t going to escape the confines of his car without a token hug or peck on the cheek. I tried to hit and run as he was trying to grope me. I escaped, jumped in my car, and had just started it when I noticed him at the window. I rolled the window down thinking he had something to say, but no, he tried to climb in the window. It’s like his lips were 6 inches long… reaching for me. I told him I was not interested and drove away.
Then he started calling. He moved to another state and still called. I got rough and told him I wasn’t interested several times but he couldnt seem to hear me. He said he wanted to be friends (from several states away?) Thankfully, he faded away with time.
I thought I would have to take more time off to recover from that.
And proceeds to stand through the entire thing, singing along with every song. I’ve never HEARD of Vince Gill before this. I have no idea what’s going on. I love music but COUNTRY? So not me. I am seriously freaked by this point.