Only thing I can offer is when I drove over to my date’s apartment to pick her up, parked, went in and got her, and proceeded to run out of gas while backing out of my parking space.
She still occasionally gives me grief about that after 22 years of marriage!
Closest I’ve got is going to the fair after supper.
Riding the one called the Zipper.
Redoing the interior of the car in spaghetti and meat sauce.
Decidedly embarrassing
Years ago, my brother decided to set me up with one of his coworkers. I decided to take her to the symphony. Since my father was lending me his car for the date, he decided to make sure it was in tip-top condition, so he checked the oil. Unfortunately, he forgot to put the cap back on.
I arrived at my date’s house in a cloud of burning oil.
The Zipper!! Cue memory trip. Mom and I got in one at the fair once and when she realized the door was only held closed by one little latch, she panicked. We’re both screaming for them to let us off, her glasses came off, the ride paused and then we realized – they’re going to make it go backwards :eek:
Now you just have to drop the name for her to start shaking and curl into a ball.
/memory trip
No personal disasters, thankfully, but I’ll share my brother’s story: first date (or at least, early in their relationship), he’s had a bit much to drink, they wind up back at his apartment, he gets sick to his stomach and is laying on the bathroom floor, semi-conscious. She is getting increasingly desperate to use the toilet, which is the only one in the apartment. She wound up stepping over him and doing what had to be done.
Oddly, she wound up marrying him!
This goes under the category of I swear I’m not making this up. I met this woman on the internet about 4 years ago and we got along great, she was funny and seemed reasonably intelligent so we set up a date for dinner and a movie… ok I’m not really an original thinker.
I pick her up and she looks better in person compared to the pictures she sent me. She is funny and charming and flirtatious on the way to the restaurant, we are hitting it off great!
We sit down and order and are having a great time until she takes a drink of her iced tea…a slurping sound, and another. WTF? It got worse when the meal arrived, she held her fork with almost the whole palm of her hand and smacked her lips while she chewed her food. Ugh.
I tried to shrug this off and while driving to the local cineplex she yanks out two sticks of gum and starts with the lip smacking again…Jebus. Yes this went on during the whole movie as well.
After I dropped her off, with a peck on the cheek and went home I had to wrestle with my options. Potential hot monkey sex in my future or what horrible noises would come out of her during the act.
In the end I just couldn’t get past her horrible table manners. I somehow lost her number and e-mail.
I don’t have embarrassing dates.
I’m pretty sure that the women I’ve dated would be quick to disagree.
Here’s one that went from :smack: bad to :eek: bad years later.
My best buddy in college and his girlfriend wanted me to double date her roommate to go to the local ‘Cinema X’ porn shop. I reluctantly agreed. We went and it was horrid. It was too creepy to stand in the lobby, so we took refuge in one of those coin operated projection booths. You feed quarters into a machine and it plays a never ending loop of smut. The booth is smaller than a phone booth. We’re in there and I realize that this is almost certainly the first time she’s seen an erection. She looks like she about to hurl. Something bumps into my leg; I look down and see fingers withdrawing into a goddamn glory hole to be replaced by a leering eye. Gaaaah! We are outta here! We stumble into the street and wait for my buddy and his girl.
Then a couple of months later I walk in on her and my brother, partially clothed. My brother was engaged to be married at the time.
Then, three years later, she became my sister-in-law. :eek:
I always wanted to leap up from the xmas dinner table and yell “J’acuse!”
I’ve certainly had unsuccessful dates, although none I would really call embarassing. (The least successful ended with her revealing that she had a boyfriend, who was presently in prison for murder.) (Seriously.) (Well, she seriously told me that, I certainly didn’t attempt to verify the truth of it.)
(Actually, the least successful, at least from a long term perspective, was date #1 with the totally insane girl I dated for 5 or 6 months.)
I do have a story from some friends. The first time she spent the night, she woke up in the middle of the night desparately needing to pee, and blundered around and couldn’t find the toilet. So she peed in the laundry basket.
They’re now happily married 
Yeah in retrospect, you’re right. But, when I was not quite 21, it seemed pretty awful, and I was pretty embarrassed by my more-decrepit-than-most vehicle, so having it spring a leak onto my date was mortifying.
Mildly embarrassing for both of us…
First Date. He picks me up for dinner & movie. We go to his car, a tiny early '80s model Dodge Omni - with no passenger seat in the front. He explains that he has only had the car a short while to replace his van, which was stolen. He had to take out the front seat to transport his harp - it really isn’t his way of getting me into the back seat before even buying me dinner. Unfrotunately he no longer has the passenger seat.
Well, he seems a nice guy and clearly a little worried about what I think of this, so I don’t make any big deal, which was fortunate, becasue it meant he made no big deal when I dropped my dinner in my lap later on.
Yeah, we got married. And we still almost never sweat the small stuff.