Sounds like she got what she needed out of you. Poor boy.
I feel lucky. Nobody has ever dared fuck with ME like that, though I was stood up once, and burned badly by another girl. I was never nice enough to just leave though. I told the first girl off so thoroughly she never dared to look me in the eye again, and spread some very good tales around about the second girl. So good, in fact, she was mad enough to e-mail me about it six months later when she finally found out.
Aaaah, revenge. Now if only someone would pay me for it. It’s the one thing I’ve always been good at.
bad almost-date. Meet girl in bar, everything goes well. I ask for a number and get it. As I go in for the goodbye kiss of the evening, I notice a ring on a particular finger for the first time. I ask her about it. She says 'oh that’s no problem My husband’s in prison, but he isn’t getting out for a month or two. ’ I never called the number ;).
bad maybe-date. I knew a girl who I really liked. She really liked me, but I never knew if it was more than friends. One day while talking at a party I mention an obscure movie I really want to see. She said I was the only one who wanted to see it, and we should go together. We settled on the next friday, going to dinner first. and I waited the whole week wondering if it was a date or not. When she showed up she wasn’t in fancy date clothes, but more than friend movie clothes. I started driving with 100% of mind on the question of whether I was on a date or not. I was so distracted, I went down one way streets the wrong way twice, ran a red light, and couldn’t think of where** one goddamn restauraut in all of Ann Arbor** was. I drove aimlessly for an hour before turning around and then drove back to the theater for an hour and parked. Neither of us wanted to mention it , so it just got really awkward. After the movie I drove her home, and felt like such a jagoff that I didn’t talk to her again.
Great unknown-date. While at a college party talking to a old friend , she introduced me to a friend from her lesbian group. We talked for a while and had a great time. After several more times hanging out she asked if I wanted to grab a bite and a movie. It was one of the best evenings with a friend I have ever had, and I was really on that night, I was the funniest guy you have ever seen. She was obviously having a blast too. Went away for summer and when I came back I ran into the old friend. We said hi and she invited me to a back to a welcome back party. She mentioned that friend #2 was going to be there with her boyfriend. I smoothly say “BOYFRIEND… She can’t have a boyfriend, she’s a lesbian!” It turns out she was only going to the lesbian group to give support to her sister was was just comming out. The she mentioned that her friend was curious why I had never asked her out again.
Reading all these has reminded me of another date gone awry. I met this guy online and we emailed back and forth for a couple of weeks. He seemed really nice, smart, witty, all the good stuff, so we decided to get together for lunch. That’s when I found out he still lived with mom and grandma (he was in his 40s at the time) so I’d have to pick him up for our lunch date. Okay, I thought, he’s unemployed, in his mid-40s, and living in his mom’s basement. Stuff happens, who am I to judge, it’s only lunch, yadda, yadda, yadda… So I go to pick him up and he answers the door wearing nothing but a towel. If we hurry, we can have sex before his mom and grandma get home. Yep, Mister Fucking Romance!:rolleyes:
Well, this memory was just dredged up. I was still in the Navy on temporary duty in Pensacola. This was in the late 70s - we were still training Iranian pilots. I met one and we talked. He invited me to his room to see some pictures. (No, it wasn’t “Hey, babe, wanna see my etchings?”) He was a wrestler in Iran and he had photos of himself in several matches. Suddenly :rolleyes: he came across a picture of him in the nude. OK, fine, whatever.
Then he asks me “Do you want to see me naked?” I declined. Looking back, I should have made some excuse and headed back to my room at this point.
Next thing I know, I’m pinned under him on his bed - still clothed, thankfully. However, he was a wrestler. I wasn’t. This put me at a disadvantage. I was younger and fighting for my virtue, and virtue triumphed! I managed to squirm toward the edge of the bed (it was just a twin-size bunk) and out from under him. And out the door.
Moral of the story - don’t date Iranian wrestlers. [sub]OK, so it’s not Aesop. So sue me.[/sub]
Well, let’s see. I have had the discover-your-date-is-married-halfway-through-the-date experience.
I’ve also had a date turn into a pitch for becoming an Amway salesman.
I’ve had a date throw up outside, and then inside, my car, moments after she assured me she was fine and “could drink me under the table”.
I’ve had a date tell a guy that I would kick his ass for him, just because I could (apparently in her view).
And those aren’t even in the worst. But the worst is a story I rarely tell. Trust me when I say there are good reasons for leaving it to the imagination.
During my freshman year of college, I met a guy on a local chat program (this was in 1994, when that kinda thing was pretty rare.) We had a mutual friend who was trying to set us up, so we thought we’d cut her off at the pass and go out before she could really work her ‘magic’.
I meet the guy out in front of my dorm. He looks ok, has a nice voice. I thought we were going to grab dinner somehere, so I hadn’t had dinner yet. He discusses it pretty much by himself, and decides we’re not going to go get dinner, but instead just go straight to the movie that was playing on campus (Speed.)
On the way over to the movie, he tells me that without his glasses he’s legally blind. He then proceeds to take them off so he could be in an “alternate reality.” I might not be a supermodel, but geez, I’m no Quasimodo either.
Anyhow, we get to the theatre, and go to buy the tickets. Tickets were about $2, and I was really surprised when he didn’t pay for mine (not that I’m not willing to go Dutch, but I think on the first date it’s a nice symbolic gesture that “hey, this really is a date” for one person to pay). As soon as we get into the theatre, he slouches down into his seat and chews his fingernails throughout the whole movie. Not nervous nibbling, but giving himself a full manicure with his own teeth. It was disgusting.
When the movie finishes, we walk back to my dorm. We’re standing outside on the sidewalk, and he thinks it’s imperative he whips out his Latin book and shows my some cartoons he thought were just really really funny (they weren’t, especially if you don’t speak Latin.) After a few minutes of that, we part ways. We didn’t talk for a few months after that, and there was definite tension between us. Eventually we talked again, and he came around to play Trivial Pursuit in my room with some friends of mine. This time he doesn’t chew his fingernails, but takes off his shoes and picks at all his toenails, leaving remnants on my floor.
Guin, wish I knew where it originated, but it’s an old pick up line. Scoundrel invites sweet young thing to his place on the pretense of seeing some artwork he’s recently acquired. At least that’s how I’ve always understood the usage of the phrase.
What can you say about a woman who you invite over for a ‘home cooked meal’ who then proceeds to steal a valuable book (1st edition) while you’re cooking?
If only she’s said she’d rather have 2 candy bars…
My worst date was with a guy who was 2 or 3 years younger than me. He was just out of college so didn’t have a lot of cash. Not a problem says I. So we are going to dinner and a movie. He was driving. Damn was it scary. He sped the entire way zig-zagging through traffic, slamming on his breaks, yelling at the cars in front of him as his breaks screech and lock. People in the cars ahead are trying to get out of the way but it was fairly heavy traffic.
Right after dinner (which I paid for) and before the movie starts he gets a call on his cell phone. Not a problem. I had turned my cell off to be polite. He chats for a few minutes as I am paying for the movie tickets I hear him set up a sex date with the person on the phone, right in front of me. Now that was rude. If I had driven, I would have left immediately. The movie was ok, but would have been better if he had fallen on the metal rails in the theater and impaled himself right on his eye.
I haven’t dated a lot and the times I do date are few and far between. I haven’t had any extraordinarily disastrous dates, but several come to mind which have left me with some not-so-fond memories. Perhaps the worst one was a double date, where my friend paired me up with his girlfriend’s friend (got that?). I’m a shy person myself, but I’ll open up once the ice is broken. We went out for pizza and went to a movie that night. During the entire date this girl hardly said a word to me. It was the most awkward situation I recall being in. What a wasted evening that was.
Then there was a time I had gotten acquainted with a cute girl from work. She seemed like she had it together and would be fun to go out with. We agreed to go have dinner and then go bowling. It wasn’t until we got to the bowling alley that she had arranged to meet up with a dozen or so of her friends, paying little attention to me at that point. A similar situation happened with a girl I met up with from a personal ad. She had a whole bunch of her friends meet with her at the restaurant I took her to. Kind of makes it hard to get to know someone when she’s paying more attention to the members of her social circle.
I’ve also had a few girls who were not in the least bit attractive to me plus several who were no-call or no-shows, too many to count. I’ve pretty much sworn off doing the personal ad thing.
My last date was a week ago. She was a girl that my friend had recently dated. They parted on good terms and mutually agreed that they just weren’t right for each other, but she seemed to be matched better to me. We met at a restaurant and we talked for awhile, except during most of the conversation she smoked like a chimney (I’m not a smoker, but a week later I can still taste the secondhand smoke in my sinuses), and she had about a dozen cups of coffee. She also mentioned having lots of friends and doing things with them every weekend. In spite of this and some other minor shortcomings I thought we had hit it off fairly well, so I called her up to see if she wanted to do something last weekend. She never returned my call after I left a message, so I called again. She picked up but she said she ws busy and said she’d call back-- never did. I called her one more time the next day and left a message. Again, no callback.
And people wonder why I’m 33 and still not married. :rolleyes:
Oh wow, that stinksquietman - as a collector, I have to know - what book was it?
I have had my share of bad dates, but most were of the heartbreaking variety, not of the bizarre beyond belief type. Every time I shake my hand at the sky over some issue with my wife (more than I would like), I think of the alternative.
I once accepted a date with someone who was living in a halfway house for recovering addicts and alcoholics. He was only about six months sober. I have no idea why I was so friggin’ stupid. He was a nice enough guy, but he was 28 going on 12. He picked me up in his rescued-from-the-junkyard sports car of which he was so proud and sped and wove through traffic like a kid who just got his license and wanted to show off. I was frightened for my life. I realized he had some serious emotional problems when we were chatting at the restaurant and he told me - a perfect stranger - in excruciating detail about how when he was a teenager, the family discovered his father was molesting his sister. He started crying at the table, people. Then we went to meet some mutual friends at their home and played a board game. That’s when I realized he was functionally illiterate. I had to do to the duck-and-weave to avoid a good-night slobber. We had a later conversation where I politely declined any future involvement and suggested that he might need to do some further work in recovery before dating again.
FairyChatMom, besides being horrific, that Iranian wrestler story just stupefies me. Did he really think he could go to another country for training at their expense, rape a member of their military who was training him, and just walk away from it?! I mean, just how stupid are members of the Iranian military??!
God. I mean, I’ve known guys who accidentally chopped off fingers or shot themselves, and I didn’t think they were as stupid as this.
I don’t trust you. Not even a little bit. I want to hear the story!
It’s not a dating story, but my last roommate, who was also male, was like this. He announced totally out of the blue on two seperate occasions that he had been molested by his cousin as a child, and he had also “experimented with gay sex.” (I know what you’re thinking, but no, he was a very conservative Christian, and there was no chance he was interested in me.)
:smack: :eek: :eek: :smack:
TM-motherfucking-I, pal!! He was an okay guy otherwise, but DAMN! His habit of nonchalantly discussing the most embarassing and intimate personal details of his life drove me to distraction.
I’ve had a few. The most recent really bad one, which still pisses me off when I think about it. I met the guy through a personal service online. We email back and forth. We talk a couple of times on the phone. Then on Labor Day (last year of course is when this happened) we agree to meet at a diner and then head over to a new mall that just opened and then for a late lunch/early dinner. It was at his invitation. Actually there were two new malls in the area but one was much further away. I wanted to go to the one closest and I told him that. So we meet, he looks nothing like he described himself. He is wearing suede hush puppies on friggin Labor Day. Maybe this is a southern thing, but you just don’t wear suede shoes in summer. Not with shorts and socks. So he wants me to drive, we end up at the mall the fartherest away after I told him I didn’t want to go to that one (I’m not that familar with the area so I wasn’t sure where he was taking me). We walk around for a while then leave. I wanted to go to Olive Garden for dinner because we don’t have one close to where I live. He kept suggesting alternate places, after I made it clear when we were making plans where I wanted to go and at that time he was perfectly agreeable with Olive Garden.
So we get to Olive Garden and have a 20 minute wait. We are seated and he proceeds to drink 9 huge glasses of tea, all but one bread stick, he doles me out one little bowl of salad and proceeds to eat the rest. We get more bread sticks which he eats all of. Then he eats his dinner. He keeps telling me his birthday is the next week. So the waitress comes back and he orders dessert, I don’t have any. So while he is finishing up I go to the ladie’s room. When I get back he is looking at the bill. I ask him if there’s a problem. Well the bill is $29.00 and he has $7.00 on him and some change. He says the ATM machine was broken where he banks and he couldn’t get any money out. So I am stuck paying for dinner, but I do take every penny he has. Yes, I was pissed to the max. If I had had any sense I’d have taken my purse with me to the ladie’s room and just headed out the door. Then he has the nerve to send me an email a few days later, he doesn’t even remember that we met, and I really laid him out in my reply. He didn’t contact me again. That’s the short version.
