I had one like that-we were cuddling on the couch, when this artist friend of hers shows up.
At that point I stopped cuddling with her and started cuddling with her dogs while they went
off to another room to talk art (I guess…). After 15 minutes of being persona non grata I
announced to her that I was leaving, politely tolerating her lame excuses and apologies.
[QUOTE=elmwoodShe and her sister just kept chatting back and forth, leaving me feel like the fifth wheel. When the check for dinner came, they both expected me to pay for it, being the man and all.
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They both expected you to pay for their meals? That’s so crass! It’s not like you invited them both out on a date (although, there is potential with that scenario).
One of my bad dates would have been when I was in college. My date and I went to a party. Her best friend was there and so was a nice army boy that her best friend yearned to meet. My date knew the boy and offered to play matchmaker. She hatched a plot to get the boy alone long enough extoll the virtues of her best friend and then suggest he ask her out. So she disappeared for a bit, and left me at a party full of strangers.
When she came back, the tag of her sweater was under her chin. It was on inside out and backwards.
I don’t really know what’s worse, the nerd who talks weather and baseball cards to a date, or the guy that doesn’t even get THAT far.
Anyhoo…met a chick in passing and she asked if I wanted to go out with her and a friend to a movie. Said sure, I understood the friend since we hardly even knew each other.
Well she shows up to my place AT 7:25. We haul ass to the movie theater since it’s already started by the time we got there. She then wants to buy food wasting more time. Her friend STILL isn’t there wasting MORE time. Now it’s 7:50 we’re 20 minutes into the movie and she’s been talking on her phone to her friend for the past 15.
To make a long story short, I hardly get a word in edgewise for the next 2 1/2 hours. If she’s not talking about the movie she’s talking to her friend.
:smack:
YIKES that post was hard to read…
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Well she shows up to my place AT 7:25*
We had agreed to meet at 7:00. Movie started at 7:30.
If she’s not talking about the movie she’s talking to her friend.
If she’s not WATCHING the movie…
Cyberhwk
(Who promises to proof read next time)
Ughhhhh…I feel sick even READING that one.
Smiler thing happened to a friend of mine. Went to meet his GF at a party. Was told she was in the other room…you can probably see where it’s going from here. TWO guys. :rolleyes:
My story is pretty tame, but mildly amusing.
This was my first date ever. EVER. I was a junior in high school and this girl who I was mildly friendly with somehow got the courage to ask me out… sorta. It was all unofficial and awkward, but we were going to go back to her place and just watch some movies in her room.
Like I said earlier, not only was it awkward because we were both really shy. So we just sat on the bead about 2 feet away from each other the whole time. Now here’s the funny part, I sort of didn’t know her name. That’s right, we were on a date, sitting on her bed, and talking, and I could not even remember her NAME!
I tried little creative tricks to learn it, like I would look at the artwork she had hung up in her room and I would look to see who drew it. It seemed to be mostly all done by someone named Shauna, hhhmmm, but Shauna didn’t sound right to me (it turned out to be her best friend).
So even though we were to shy to think of this as a “date” per say and we could hardly even sit next to each other, I had to invent pet names for her whenever I needed to tell her something.
“Umm, where’s the bathroom… honey?”
“This chicken taste like toothpaste…y’know?” (it really did taste like toothpaste)
“Okay, I gotta go home, this was fun though… sweetums”
(Her name was Janelle, and we went out for two years… never told her that story though)
I spent a couple of hours listening to a blind date tell me about her experiences with dentists. Her first dentist gave her some sort of drug that made her pass out; he then disrobed her and did numerous horrid things to her, all of which she described in detail. She remembered them clearly in spite of having been unconscious the entire time. Naturally enough, she changed dentists and the second one did exactly the same things as the first except his assistant joined in the debauchery. If she hadn’t been unconscious, she said, she would never have done the things she did with the assistant, who was a woman. Again, she remembered perfectly in spite of being out cold. I finally took her home, said goodnight and went to murder the friend who had set me up with her----he laughed like a loon and said he thought I might enjoy hearing her misadventures in the world of dentistry. He also said he didn’t think the girl had ever had a second date in her entire life.
This thread makes not dating feel a whole lot better.
I carried a torch for a coworker for several months. We got along wonderfully, worked well together, and always had something to chat about. But, she was living with the father of her child, and I didn’t feel it was any of my business to interfere with that. So I kept my feelings to myself.
Eventually she split up with that guy, and I had my chance. I waited a bit more than a month to make sure it wasn’t just an argument that they would be kissing and making up for in a week. I also didn’t want to appear to be a vulture swooping in to catch her on the rebound. I did, however, make my interest in her somewhat more obvious. As luck would have it, she soon returned the interest and we set up a date shortly thereafter.
Just a nice, simple lunch date for pizza. Very informal, more of a get-to-know-you-better kind of thing. We met at the pizza place and placed our order and then found a table. Much to my surprise, this woman who I talked to every day at work as if we were old friends suddenly wouldn’t make eye contact. For the next hour, the conversation wasn’t bad, but she looked everywhere except at me. I attributed this to simple nerves, since she’d just ended a long-term relationship, but it was still irritating.
Anyway, after lunch we hopped in her car (I didn’t have a car at the time, and she knew this already) and she took me to the grocery store where I pushed her cart around while she did her grocery shopping. Kind of odd, but I didn’t mind. It felt more casual and relaxed than lunch had felt. Finished shopping, she took me back to her place where we made small talk for a while, and then she announced that she needed to pick up her son from his daycare. She took me home, and we agreed to do it again soon.
That brings us to the second and final date. She suggested that we hit a local club and do some karaoke singing, since she knew I liked to sing. Sounded good to me. I had quit drinking a few years earlier and was unfamiliar with the current bar scene, so she picked her favorite place. We arrived and ordered a beer for her and a Pepsi for me, and found a small table. Whereupon she sat me down and then went to the bar to talk with some friends. I didn’t realize at the time that that was the apparent plan for the night.
I sat at that little table, alone, for about three hours, although at one point she did pay me a courtesy visit to ask why I wasn’t talking to anybody (answer: I don’t know a damn person here except for you, and every conversation around me seems to be centered on NASCAR, a topic I know nothing about and therefore have nothing to add to the conversation. Am I to interrupt somebody’s conversation, introduce myself, and then change the subject?)
This was the date that taught me that it’s not just women who should carry “mad money”. If I’d been carrying cash instead of plastic, I could have called myself a cab and gotten the hell out of there. But I was stuck until I could get her to drive me home. It was January, with sub-freezing temperatures and fresh snow on the ground, and I was wearing a light jacket, a straw cowboy hat on my shaved head, and slick-soled cowboy boots. I was not prepared to walk the three miles back to my place (walking is ordinarily not a problem, but then I’m usually dressed for the weather when I know I’ll have to walk). When she finally got me home, I got out of the car and said, “Thanks for the ride,” shut the door and headed inside.
Let’s just say that after that, things were awkward at work until she decided soon after to move back to Alaska.
I also think, looking back, that she was perhaps hoping to get laid when she took me back to her place after the first date, but was expecting me to make the actual move. I hadn’t had a date in a very long time, and if that was her intent, I misread the signals. But then, I’m not the type who’s going to try to get some action on the first date when it’s somebody I’m interested in having a long-term relationship with, so I wasn’t looking for that kind of signal at that time. And I wasn’t carrying a condom.
So yeah, that second date was awful.
I didn’t have a date again until a couple years later, when I hooked up with a much younger woman (yay!) who turned out to be severely bipolar/borderline personality disorder/suicidal (boo!), but that was more of a terrifying, ongoing nightmare than a simple bad date. Took me about six months to veeeeeery carefully extricate myself from that situation.
I’ve been happily single again for more than two years.
Sorry if this is a hijack, but I don’t understand this part. Don’t Central Cascadian cabs take plastic money?
I’ve never heard of anybody around here using anything but cash, so it didn’t cross my mind that the cabs might take plastic. I should call and ask them.
I generally liked to take a looonnngg break between relationships- sometimes a year or two. This time, though, my best girlfriend was trying to 1) convince me that I needed to date sooner and 2) she new a guy who was very interested in me and I should go out with him. My best friend wouldn’t steer me wrong, right?
I met him at the local bar because I didn’t want him to know where I lived- at least right away. During dinner he kept making sexual innuendo and sexual jokes and looked at me in a leering kind of way that I found off-putting. I decided to pay for dinner thinking it would throw him off enough to get him to move his eyes from my breasts to my actual face.
That didn’t work.
We saw a boring movie that was pretty much uneventful except for some attempted groping.
I didn’t want to prolong the agony so had him take me to my car. I could tell I wasn’t going to get out of his car w/o a ‘good night’ something-or-other, so decided a hit-and-run peck on the cheek would be in order. I had my hand on the door handle before he got the car into park and tried the hit-and-run, but he grabbed at me. I still managed to get out and hop into my car without too much trouble.
I was sitting in my car being thankful the date was over when I heard a knock on my car window. I was surprised to see the guy and thought ‘Maybe I forgot something.’ I rolled down my window to see what he wanted and he tried to crawl through my car window to get to me!! I pushed him back out, told him to go away, and got out of there as fast as I could.
He called the next day to say he had a good time and ask me out again.
Hey, that should be counted as a compliment to your wallet 
Here is the worst date story that I have ever heard that didn’t involve an assault. This didn’t happen to me but it was related to me by the victim of this date and I believe her to be credible.
My friend, Shari, was newly divorced and in her early 40’s. She was finally ready to date again and started meeting guys on the internet. After a fair amount of time, she met this one man that she really liked. He was about her age and, based on the pictures that he sent, was very attractive. They had great phone conversations and even phone sex once or twice. Needless to say she was raring to meet this guy.
She lived out by me and he lived in Orange County (about a three hour drive.) They agreed that she would drive down there and meet for dinner, she would get a hotel room, and then they would spend the next day at Disneyland. The hotel was across the street from the restaurant.
She arrived in the morning (at least six hours before they were supposed to meet) so that she could take a nap and relax and then take her time getting ready. About five minutes after she went into her hotel room there was a knock on the door. She figured that it was the maid or something so she just opened it without looking through the peep hole.
As you probably guessed, it was her date at the door. He had been staking out the hotel waiting for her to show up. He was the guy in the pictures but he looked about twenty years older and was much, much heavier. She was definitely not pleased but didn’t think very quickly on her feet. She just told him to come back at dinner time and they would talk then. She let the door go and then turned around and went to take a shower.
She should have been more careful. The dipshit caught the door before it closed, waited a few minutes and let himself in. Shari came out of the shower wearing a towel to find a fat, naked, nearly 70 year old man sitting on her bed. As if the shock of that wasn’t enough, hanging off the side of him was a very visible colostomy bag.
Luckily Shari had brought her purse into the bathroom. She ducked in, grabbed her cell phone and screamed, “If you don’t get the fuck out of here in ten seconds, I’m going to call 911.”
Amazingly, he started to argue with her. He called her a closed minded bitch and was saying over and over, “it’s because of the bag, isn’t it?”
She flipped open her phone and started to push the 9 when he said, “OK. OK. I’m leaving.” Quickly got dressed and split.
Poor Shari was so traumatized that she got dressed, packed up her crap and drove straight back home. She didn’t go out on another date for months.