It depends upon what your definition of the word “date” is.
Exactly! I suppose with a sufficiently loose definition, I was last on a date in early 2000.
If by “date” you mean a pre-arranged official date, where both people realized at the time that it was, in fact, a date, and it wasn’t just “going out for coffee” or going to a movie with a friend-that-you-wished-was-more-than-just-a-friend… well then, I think I’ve never been on a date.
25 years old, pathetic as ever. 
Same here dude, I’m 22
And I still live at home…
Well, I still live at home. But it’s not too much of a stigma (yet… fingers crossed), as I’m a girl, and I only left university about a year ago. Much student loans. But I will be moving in the next six months or so, when I have more savings.
Date? Well, I thought it was a date, but turns out he didn’t . That was during the second week of December, I think. Makes me sad 'cause I really liked him.
it’s been about 6 months for me. I stopped seeing her online or else we might still be seeing each other. Before that it was probably a year since my ex and I broke up, I’ve tried to block that out :smack:
About 3 months ago I guess. I really couldn’t relax. I want to date, but I’m not really emotionally ready. I’m still trying to get over someone.
September of 92. Give or take a month either way.
August 2003.
Yeah, I’m in this same boat. I’m not actively looking for someone right now. I’ve come to grips that I’ll probably be single for the rest of my life. I’m not exactly crapping pure happiness about it, but at the same time I’m not exactly losing sleep either. I happen to like my personal space.
Back o the question at hand, when was Fahrenheit 9/11 out? That was my last date, provided that we are using a suitably loose definition of the word date.
Using the term date very broadly, early August 2004. No real prospects at current. Right now I don’t know what I want in the most basic sense of the word. I’m stuck in the middle between wanting to explore my sexuality and wanting to hide in a corner and wait for the end of time. I hoping the change of pace I’m going to get when I move to Cali in July.
Oh, and it wasn’t like I had an active social calendar before then. I had a brief, yet incredibly useful fling in July and August. Pity he doesn’t know what I learned from it, the poor sap.
Let’s see…
Since the latest break up in June '03, I’ve had one date. One date that was suggested by my mother. Half hour over coffee with my (then) six year old brother in tow. No wonder he never called again.
Prospects other that previously mentioned “date” was just one seventeen year old pot smoker. Nothing against people who indulge in marijuana. Just that I’ve had plenty of encounters with the police force in this town and am trying to fly below the radar for now.
If anyone’s interested in a three-month marriage, I decided that I’ll spice up life by getting hitched in December '05. Yeah, I was standing outside in 20 degree F weather ringing a bell for eight hours when I thought of this plan, but I swear I was in a rational state of mind. I figure we won’t sleep with each other, and if we hate each other by March we can get a quickie annulment. (No, I don’t know if that would fly legally. I was just looking for a giggle at that particular moment.)
August last year I think, although it may have been July. And that was breaking up a couple of years.
I go out with girls all the time, but I wouldn’t consder them dates as I know nothings going to come of them.
You mean with someone not your SO? Hmmmmmm…
5 or 6 years. If my former boyfriend counts, then about a year.
I am afraid I have to refuse to answer this question in a public forum because it touches on matters of National Security. 
Okay, sometime in 2000. I still prefer the first answer.
November 23, last year.
Robinc, how you doing?
Yesterday, sort of. This thread is excellently timed for me.
July
Not as bad as some, but since I seem to get a date maybe once a year, it’s still kinda depressing.
Once a year? I would settle for once a decade.
Hey Candid, just want you to know, I now officially hate you. :dubious:
Lok
Hey, hey, hey. You know I’d never let a skirt come between us… er… what was your name again, pal-o-mine?