Baby, Give It Up to Me: Your Very Worst Date!

by Rachel on July 30, 2010

After sharing my three worst dates this week, I’m sure you’re itching to share yours…and I want to hear them! So, as I said earlier this week, I am going to have a “Very Worst Date” contest!

To enter…

  • Share your very worst date in the comments section below. Please keep it under 750 words! I’m wordy too, but I want to have time to read them all!!
  • If you have a blog and want to write about it there, that’s cool too! Just make sure you link to my blog in your post, and then just paste the link to your post into the comments section below.

You have until Sunday August 1 at 10:00 PST to get your entries in! I’ll choose the winner next week and then announce it here on my blog! The winner will get a fabulous prize — a Target gift card! — plus my total and undying adoration.

Have at it!

{ 25 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Eric July 30, 2010 at 2:01 pm

Worst date ever…oh, that’s an easy one. Let me just start from the beginning. First, we meet in a crowded airport baggage claim. What does she do? Walks right up and kisses me like some scene out of “16 Candles” bullshit. I’m surprised her tiara didn’t fall off. Despite the obvious red flags and against my better judgment I allowed the date to continue. So later on we’re eating dinner (which, by the way, she just HAD to cook because I guess she’s too cool for Applebees, psshhh) and every other word out of her mouth is either an abbreviation of a word that really doesn’t need to be abbreviated, an acronym, or some stupid word she made up like “virspinity.” So finally I get through the quesadillas she insisted on making and then we proceed to a bar for some drinks where I’m hoping to get drunk enough to make her even remotely tolerable. So there we are and what do I see? A cougar, across the bar, totally checking me out. Finally, something positive, right? Nope. This chick sees the cougar on the prowl and completely cockblocks me by confronting her in the bathroom and telling her to back off. Figures. And then she got super clingy and started showing up at my apartment all the time, refusing to leave. And she’s always rubbing up on me but refuses to let me touch her hair.

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2 Trinidad Pena July 30, 2010 at 2:14 pm

Now, that’s comedy! You love it!

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3 Emily @ Relishments July 30, 2010 at 2:56 pm

Love, love, love this.
Seems like a keeper, Rachel.

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4 Ashley July 30, 2010 at 3:59 pm

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

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5 sarah @ syrupandhoney July 30, 2010 at 5:03 pm

Wow, first comment wins the thread!

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6 Angela August 1, 2010 at 5:57 pm

I have read this three times and it’s just as hilarious the third time.

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7 fran July 30, 2010 at 2:34 pm

okay, Rachelle .
he’s perfect.

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8 fran July 30, 2010 at 2:35 pm

oh, and I should spell your name right . .rachel.
(my bad)

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9 Rachael July 30, 2010 at 2:39 pm

I just died a horrible convulsing (from laughing) death at Prince Eric’s response!

I was really into this Italian douche-bag, waaaaaaaay, waaaaaaaay back when I was still living with the rental-units and working retail. Feisty flirting lead to a proposal for a “hang-out” which back then I knew meant “sorta-date-but-really-I-just-want-to-get-in-your-pants” after work. As he left said retail store one afternoon (I was scheduled until 10 o’clock or some God awful hour I could never feasibly manage nowadays) he told me to call him when I got off so we could “hang”. I did, fully knowing that nothing but booty-call was written all over this.

We couldn’t think of much to do but head to a local disgusting creek and proceed to take all our clothes off. It’s a miracle I don’t have some infectious disease after frolicking around in that sess pool. We didn’t do the deed at that point actually (and I’m sure my now 26 year old vagina thanks me for that save), as he kept refusing my advances, never mind the fact that he did have a girlfriend. By the end of the night, I believe I must have just been too tempting for his attached ass because I found myself in his bedroom. Clearly, had I done my research better, I would of discovered that this young man resided with his 80 year old Grandmother. She happened to be in her bedroom when we arrived, supposedly asleep. Before the action even commenced however, his best friend (and apparently friend of said girlfriend) showed up un-expectably at his house looking to play video games or whatever it is boys do at odd hours of the night/morning. I was quickly, bra-lessly, shoved into a bathroom by douche bag. I shouldn’t say bathroom, this was more like a worship room to porcelain cats and lace doilies.

I stayed in bathroom for about 15 minutes hiding from his friend (and now Grandma, who had heard the arrival of his friend and come to offer food to the boys) without my bra before I’d had it and I just announced myself to the household, topless and all. I walked back to the bedroom where my shoes and bra were, I took my time at this point and sauntered out the house fully aware I had just blown that sweet sweet boy’s cover completely.

I’m all for hook-ups with attached boys, especially at that age and maturity level, but do not. I repeat: do not! Cram me in a bathroom in your Grandma’s house and leave me to fight off the knitted Kleenex holder and Yankee candle collection on my own in a topless state. You’ll get what’s coming to you.

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10 T July 30, 2010 at 2:54 pm

So I meet this guy who’s a college friend of my HS friend (this is post-college). Basically her groups of HS friends and college friends decided to intermingle during this particular summer. We decide to go on a date… on his birthday. Red flag #1. So the date’s a little awkward but nothing totally bad. We go to a bar to meet up with our groups of friends to celebrate his birthday after dinner. It feels like it takes these friends several hours to get there, because by the time they do, this guy’s already drunk and I’ve blown his mind by “disproving” that there is an afterlife.

Then, he proceeds to get really bombed, as do i. we end up kissing once (i distinctly remember thinking, this is bad kissing… oh well, something i’ll have to fix later). Then he picks me up and spins me around, because, as we all know, balance is a drunkard’s strong suit. He drops me so that the back of my head hits the bar and my backside ends up knocking down a bar stool. I’m ok (but had a GIANT bruise on my ass for 2 weeks. Seriously. I took a picture of it).

Then drunk me and my drunk roommate decide “after party at our place.” Yes, this was after I was dropped on the bar. Yes, that’s how drunk I was. So we’re all hanging out on the balcony, my roomie, her BF, me and this guy. We go inside and realize EVERYONE else has gone home. The guy thinks he’s spending the night. I promptly escort him to the couch. The next day, i have to drive him home and he’s clearly ashamed. Later that day I got a FACEBOOK message apologizing and requesting a second date, which I might have considered if he had the balls to call or ask me in person. Yeah, no thanks.

PS…. this all took place in Houston, my hometown. Clearly amazing things happen there.

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11 Janna July 30, 2010 at 3:46 pm

It was my Freshman year of college and my friend wanted to set me up with this guy she met in class, lets call him Paul. I said okay. So she gave him my email address and he emailed me asking for a picture (he said he would send one of himself too)…this was before facebook and I found it a little strange, but agreed. I sent mine and then I recieved his picture …and he looked HOT. Like MODEL HOT. Woo hoo!

For some reason we decided the three of us should meet together (me, Paul and my friend). So when I finally meet him he looks NOTHING like the picture he sent me AT ALL. He had really greasy hair and looked about 35 years old. WHY did my “friend” think I would be interested?? Then about 10 minutes into our “date” he starts throwing out racist remarks about EVERY single race/religion/nationality… you name it he hated them. It was not fun to sit through. After our “date” he asked for my number, and I reluctantly gave it to him. Afterwards my friend aplogized saying she had NO idea he was like that. I had planned to just not ever talk to him again. Except then he started calling me NON-STOP and asking to meet up again. I politely would decline and he would KEEP CALLING! Then he started emailing me and chatting me on Messenger and finally I just blocked him. Then I recieved a chat from a name I didn’t recognize and responded with “Who is this?”. And then the message I recieved back was “I KNEW YOU BLOCKED ME. GUESS WHAT… IT’S PAUL.” Holy CREEP! After receiving a few choice words from him, I rushed and got my friend to come online and tell him that he was being really creepy and to stay the #$%&* away from me. Guess it worked because I haven’t heard from him since!

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12 Janna July 30, 2010 at 3:47 pm

It was my Freshman year of college and my friend wanted to set me up with this guy she met in class, lets call him Paul. I said okay. So she gave him my email address and he emailed me asking for a picture (he said he would send one of himself too)…this was before facebook and I found it a little strange, but agreed. I sent mine and then I recieved his picture …and he looked HOT. Like MODEL HOT. Woo hoo!

For some reason we decided the three of us should meet together (me, Paul and my friend). So when I finally meet him he looks NOTHING like the picture he sent me AT ALL. He had really greasy hair and looked about 35 years old. WHY did my “friend” think I would be interested?? Then about 10 minutes into our “date” he starts throwing out racist remarks about EVERY single race/religion… you name it he hated them. It was not fun to sit through. After our “date” he asked for my number, and I reluctantly gave it to him. Afterwards my friend aplogized saying she had NO idea he was like that. I had planned to just not ever talk to him again. Except then he started calling me NON-STOP and asking to meet up again. I politely would decline and he would KEEP CALLING! Then he started emailing me and chatting me on Messenger and finally I just blocked him. Then I recieved a chat from a name I didn’t recognize and responded with “Who is this?”. And then the message I recieved back was “I KNEW YOU BLOCKED ME. GUESS WHAT… IT’S PAUL.” Holy CREEP! After receiving a few choice words from him, I rushed and got my friend to come online and tell him that he was being really creepy and to stay the #$%&* away from me. Guess it worked because I haven’t heard from him since!

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13 Janna July 30, 2010 at 3:51 pm

Sorry I posted twice!!!

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14 Ashley July 30, 2010 at 4:11 pm

My worst date was a blind date courtesy of my friend Teri. She had never met J., the guy she set me up with, but he was a friend of her husband’s friend. The husband’s friend had said, “My buddy J is the nicest guy, if only he could find a nice girl.” Teri thought of me and of course, I was game. She told me he was the manager of a grocery store, single, no kids, never been married. Cool!

We were given each other’s numbers, and he called me on his way home from work, and we decided to meet the next night near the food court at the mall. (Sounds really lame but I think I chose a super public place because I was afraid he might take me for a drink and then murder me. I watched too much Lifetime and “Unsolved Mysteries” as a child.)

So, we meet up, and he’s wearing a trucker hat un-ironically, dirty jeans and a baseball style jacket, which was far too light for a brutally cold January night. Little pieces of hair are sticking out from under his hat, and as soon as he smiles at me, I see that he has not seen a dentist in many years. I try really hard not to judge this redneck book by its cover and accept his offer to sit down on the bench.

He starts babbling that I don’t look the same as I did in my photo. I am confused, as I never sent a photo, but apparently Teri had taken a cell phone pic of my FB profile shot and sent it to him. I explained it looked different because my hair was curly in that photo, and I was wearing it straight that night. He didn’t get it.

He continues to ramble about his job. He was not the store manager (who wears a tie and has a degree) but instead the head dairy case stocker. It’s an honest living, for sure, but he went on to tell me that his knees are shot from stocking shelves (at age 34). Hmm. OK.

Then he told me his ex had pretty much drained him, that he had racked up huge credit card debt taking care of her and her three daughters, and that he was living in an upstairs apartment down the street from his volunteer fire company with little hopes of ever owning a home. ON THE FIRST DATE!

I asked if he wanted to get something to eat, because I was fighting a cold and wanted some soup. He said, “No … you don’t want to see me eat.” I still don’t know what he meant, maybe he sticks his entire head in the bowl? I told him that I was feeling unwell and would talk to him later. I went to Panera and sat in a booth by myself with just some French onion soup for company, certain that this was a preview of my life to come as a bitter single woman, married to my reporting job, sleeping on a bare mattress in a one-bedroom apartment with a police scanner in the corner.

Perhaps the worst part is that he was sweet — he texted me a few times in the next few days to see how I was. Finally I just stopped responding. But there was just way, way TMI on the first date. Teri definitely should have done a screening, but at least now we have this story, right?

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15 Manon July 30, 2010 at 4:21 pm

I met dude at an O.A.R concert where I was obvs completely wasted and didn’t realize what a loser he was. He picks me up in his car which was something similar to a Geo Metro aka, a CLOWN CAR. Then we get to dinner, and he says “there’s something I need to tell you.” I’m thinking he has herpes or worse. Nope, he says “I have narcolepsy so I may fall asleep at any moment so don’t freak out if I face plant into my food.” Awesome. THEN, while I’m trying to eat as fast as I can to get this date over, (because all he could talk about was narcolepsy and all the times he has fallen asleep, along with stories about how his bff is his MOM), he busts out with “Oh yeah, and the only place I’ve had sex is in a shower, so that’s the only way I know how to do it.” What the f bomb do you say to that? My response..”I’m pretty confident we won’t have to worry about that.” So then he drives me home and my roommate and her boyfriend are outside just coming home from dinner and he pulls the ‘do you mind if I use your bathroom?’ line. Of course I blurt out NO, and my southern belle sweetheart of a rommate says “of course!” So, the b word directs him to the bathroom IN MY BEDROOM, and we hear him TURN ON THE SHOWER, at which point I tell my roommate “we’re going out for tequila shots, and YOU (roomie’s bf), you’re getting rid of the naked narcoleptic freak in my shower.” WORST. DATE. EVER.

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16 Lindsay July 30, 2010 at 5:42 pm

Eric’s response was hilarious! :)

My worst date took place one Christmas Eve. I live away from my family, so I never have holiday plans. The guy I’d been talking to had some last minute shopping to do, and I thought it would be fun if I accompanied him shopping. We got to the mall, and he immediately called his ex to find out what his daughter (I knew about her beforehand, but yikes) wanted. The ex didn’t answer immediately and called back a minute later, so he started yelling at her about why she couldn’t pick up the phone. Then he asked, “What the hell does the kid want?” He made no effort to keep me from hearing this conversation.

After that, we tried to find a gift for his teenage female cousin. He tried to pick out pajamas, but they were hideous, so I suggested a cute scarf. He scoffed, saying that we live in such a cold region that she obviously has a scarf. Then, he suggested finding his female friend who worked at the store because she’d have better ideas. He was extremely rude to another salesperson who worked at an electronics store.

After the mall, we attempted to find somewhere to eat, but with it being 6 p.m. Christmas Eve, everything was closed. He started bitching about it, and I reminded him that these people have families, too. We kept driving, and he eventually pulled up in front of some house. He informed me that it was his dad’s house, and we were going to go pick up a gift for his daughter. He barged into the house, where his dad was taking a nap, and basically took the gift and left.

Back at his place, he finally found a Chinese restaurant to order from. We ate some dinner and then curled up on the couch at his place to watch a movie. Within a few minutes, he was snoring in my ear. I’d had enough. I wriggled out of his grasp, announcing that I had to leave immediately, and left to hang out with a friend who lived across the street.

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17 Rachel Marlena July 30, 2010 at 10:24 pm

OMFG okay so I should preface this by saying that my old neighborhood was the very artsy, jazz/blues area of town. Kind of run down but very safe, and people were incredibly friendly. In addition I have an English Bulldog, so I always get stopped by people.

Okay so I’m walking my dog around the block, as usual when I see two guys hanging outside their yard. They see me and my dog and come up to say hello. Pet the dog, tell me how awesome he is, then we are on our way. Nothing out of the ordinary. Six hours later, I walk my dog again (it is around 4:30) and no sign of the guys. I hear something behind me and the guys come RUNNING up and long story short invite me to hang out with him.

(629 words…I checked!)

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18 Rachel Marlena July 30, 2010 at 10:26 pm

OMFG okay so I should preface this by saying that my old neighborhood was the very artsy, jazz/blues area of town. Kind of run down but very safe, and people were incredibly friendly. In addition I have an English Bulldog, so I always got stopped by people.
So I’m walking my dog around the block, as usual when I see two guys hanging outside their yard. They see me and my dog and come up to say hello. Pet the dog, tell me how awesome he is, then we are on our way. Nothing out of the ordinary. Six hours later, I walk my dog again (it is around 4:30) and no sign of the guys. I hear something behind me and the guys come RUNNING up and long story short one invites me to hang out with him and go to his older sister’s party. I’m not really sure what to do as I don’t even KNOW these people but I also cannot figure out a way out. I say “Oh I have plans with a friend tonight.” “Well she could come! Or you can meet up after!”

Okay so fast forward, friend and I are done and I text homie to tell him “Oh hey I just got done sorry, I don’t think I can make it.” “Oh that’s okay! I waited on you,” he says. Seriously?? He was 26 or so and it was his older sister so I am picturing like…wine and cheese? Maybe martinis and a cush apartment? Next thing I know we are driving through the backwoods of BFE …no streetlights, no road to speak of and I think “Dear God I am going to die in this shithole and they won’t find my body for weeks.” NOPE! We pull up to his sister’s TRAILER where, after I wade through the small lake in her front yard we are greeted by a host of kids who can’t be over 16, most of whom are either alternative or gay. Not that this is a problem in the general sense of the words, but in my Seven for All Mankind skinnies and Michael Stars top…we just don’t have much in common. But I came WITH this guy, have no idea where I am, no one I know is here…wtf!? Two hours later he helps haul someone’s truck out of the mud, we leave and he apologizes saying he did not know it was going to be like that. We watch a movie at his house (some guy-friendly vaguely pornographic flick…gross) I make up an excuse and walk home.

He texts me the NEXT day inviting me out for sushi. I’m conveniently busy but not to worry, he’ll wait. He worked as a civilian in Iraq and was leaving to go back in about a week so my mom says “Oh don’t hurt his feelings, just go out with him!” Worst. Idea. Ever. I manage to do the whole SECOND date…which is worse because since we have nothing in common. He’s a good ole boy who likes to work on his car (which was a piece of shit like, 97 Mazda that he had “souped up”), lift weights, and …I think that is all and I am just…not. I turn down his offer to hang out after dinner, do not so much as HUG him, and hope that is the end.

He leaves, I think the worst is over. Then he friends me on Facebook, looks up my address and sends me FLOWERS on Valentine’s Day. Ummm??? Found me on Skype and wanted to video-chat. I finally defriended him and moved across the country. The end. There was nothing inherently wrong with him I suppose, but it was creepy and awkward and the worst date ever.

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19 christine July 31, 2010 at 10:10 am

I’m wordy in general so I will keep this short and to the main points. The (first) date consisted of him lecturing me about the “satanic” music I listen to, driving me to jamba juice, buying me a $3 smoothie, conveniently running into a group of his friends there that he pretended to be surprised to see, him counting the # of girlfriends he’d had using his fingers, and ending with him at my door telling me he doesn’t hug on the first date.

I have had far worse dates than that but the other ones are just plain heartbreaking/sad so much so that you can’t find the humour in them, even. that’s the only one I can laugh at. the REALLY bad ones? not so much,

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20 Nicky August 1, 2010 at 7:47 am

I think I was a junior in college when my cousin, who is a few years older, asked if I would go out with one of her husband’s friends. She had never met him, but she was trying to do her hubby a favor. I didn’t have anything better to do so I said yes. Bad idea.

He came to pick me up on campus in his pickup truck. Like some of the other bad date submissions, this guy was clearly a redneck and hadn’t been to the dentist, maybe ever. He took me to dinner at Steak & Shake (a diner chain in the midwest) where the most expensive thing on the menu is probably $7. The conversation was awful. He told me how his only hobbies where playing video games and going “yarding” (i.e. sit in lawn chairs and drink beer). He then decided to talk about his christian values and how he didn’t like gay people. He was the opposite of everything I would ever like in a person. It really could not get any worse.

Then it did. We leave the diner to go back to his truck so he can take me home. Except it’s not there. It has been towed.

I want to run away but I feel guilty especially because he’s not some random dude, he’s a friend of a relative. So I have to go get my car and take him to the impound lot. After driving around for what seems like forever, we are in the ghetto. The real ghetto. We finally find the lot and go into this sketchy shack with bullet proof glass, bars, and one hanging lightbulb. My date finds out that he needs to pay $150 bucks from the to get his truck.

After he pays he asks if we can still hang out! This was a total guilt trip. Even though he was pretty awful company and I was never going to forgive my cousin for even suggesting I go out with him, I felt bad. Plus he wasn’t from the area and didn’t know how to get home. We ended up going back to my house to watch tv for an hour because I couldn’t stand talking to him anymore. After I felt like I had put enough time in to make up for the fact that his car got towed I said I had to get up early. Luckily he only tried to give me a hug and it only took a few days of me not answering his calls/emails for him to take the hint.

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21 Anne Bender August 1, 2010 at 8:07 am

Of course my worst date was a blind date. My friend set me up with her boyfriend’s friend so we could all hang out together one night. We were both newly divorced and I was instructed to not mention my kids. Well, all bets were off once he arrived downtown at the club. He brought a back-up date. Ya know, just in case I didn’t work out. I made the best of things out on the dance floor. After dragging my “date” out there at the insistence of my friend we started talking. I don’t typically listen to clubbing music, but my kids did at that time. When asked if I liked the song I said it was okay, but my kids liked it. He looked at me funny and asked me how many kids I had. I smiled as I held up 3 fingers. I never saw anyone excuse themselves to the bathroom so fast. A few minutes later I watched him sneak back to the table and his other date.

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22 Stephanie August 1, 2010 at 2:15 pm

This seems like such a long time ago, because it was in the days of MySpace. So there was this guy and he added me as a friend on myspace he was the best friend of a guy that I had went on a few dates with and still remained friends with. So I thought what the heck it’s not some complete random strangers I’ll accept the request. We had started talking on a regular basis via phone and text message and finally decided we should go on a date. He lived in the next town over, which was no big deal. He told me he really didn’t like driving that much, so would it be okay if I drove. No big deal, I was familiar with the city he lived in . He told me he lived in a trailer park, I didn’t think to much of it, let’s give this a chance. Most of the trailers there were nice, but not his. So I picked him up without going inside, and we went to Olive Garden.

I have never seen anyone order so much food, I think he ordered about three appetizers. This was strange, but not bad, but then the drinks started. He probably drank five beers. All I wanted to do was just finish this date and get out of there. Since it was still early, not even six he insisted we continue to do something. A) another resturant/bar or B) movie at his house. I opted for the movie, because even thinking of continuing to drink with him was not my idea of fun. We get back to this trailer and not only is it a dump, but it is filthy! Every dish in that place was in the sink or on the counter, dirty landry everywhere, it was gross. I had to use the bathroom and it was seriously worse than peeing in a dive bar. It was just so awful, why would he even suggest brining me back there.

He talked to me about his baby mama drama, and how that if she knew I was over there, she would have been pissed off. Mind you they broke up years ago, and there daughter was seven. I picked a DVD based on the time frame and sat on a pillow that was fit nicely into the whole on his couch. It was horrible, I sat there about a foot away from him hands in lap, hoping he wouldn’t try to get closer. I told him I had to work early after the movie was done and got the hell out of there.

And the fact that his pictures on face book were completely decieving didn’t help either. Seriously the grossest house I have ever been in!! Obviously he didn’t pick up on my body language because he kept asking me out.

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23 Bess August 1, 2010 at 3:02 pm

I have WAY too many of these stories but if I were to narrow it down to one it would be:

the date I went on with a guy that picked me up at the supermarket (yes I know I should know better but he was AUSSIE and looked like Hugh Grant)

He picks me up only to immediately announce that the two starbucks cups in his cupholder are full of beer so that he can start to get his drink on (and yes he meant both cups for him, none for me).

When I gave him a look of disbelief (bear in mind he was in his 30’s, not 21), he explained “I put it in Starbucks cups b/c if the cops pull me over, they won’t have any reason to believe I am drinking.”

At this point, I took one of the cups just to keep him from drinking it…and we made it to the restaurant safely.

3 hours and a few beers on his end later…plus the last half inch of mine, b/c he thought it was a sin to leave beer undrank in the glass (hello, it’s the backwash), he finally tells me that I have been pronouncing his name all wrong.

If there’s not a better time for me to excuse myself to the bathroom, call a cab and hightail it out of there, then I don’t know what is.

Sadly enough, I kept running into him at the most random places on and off for about a year…but haven’t seen him in awhile. Maybe he finally took up a 12 step program?

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24 Jess August 1, 2010 at 4:40 pm

Last year I was dating a British boy. We had been dating for about two years and I out did myself on the first birthday we had together by flying his friend over from England to be at his surprise party. Now, this British boy was the least enthusiastic person on the planet, nothing ever got any response from him, including seeing his friend open the door to a surprise party. The second birthday was a different story since I was working less and couldn’t afford to be ridiculous.
I decided that I would take him to this little English pub about an hour from where we lived. I looked it up online and saw that it had classic English food and Guinness beer. So we headed out in his bojanked old van. I gave him his birthday present in the car, an iPod accessory that made the music come out of the car stereo. Well, it didn’t work. We tried to talk to fill the silence left by what I was sure would be a perfect present but talking never went very far with us, more like me talking and him judging Americans. How this relationship lasted two years is still a mystery to me.
We drove around for an hour once we get in to town and can’t find this pub. We were both starving and driving around in circles around this street that it was supposed to be on and finally I break down and turn on the GPS. It takes us to a whole new city and tells us “you have reached your destination” in the middle of a very residential street. We go back to the original street and find it but by that time it was so late that it the pub was no longer serving food and there were tons of people drinking. I would have loved to have stayed, made the most of it and started drinking but he wanted to go home.
We were in the car, arguing at this point because I was pretty put off and hungry and down that my plans hadn’t worked and he took a turn too fast. The car spun out and we did about three circles and went head first into the barrier. In all my dramatic ways I thought for sure we were going over the barrier and tumbling down the hill. We didn’t and he laughed at me for screaming. The police came and while we were standing outside it started to rain. The fire department came out and informed us that the car had a gas leak and could blow at any minute. I called my parents to come get us and I went home with them while British boy rode to his house with the tow truck guy.
Worst date ever.

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25 Hayley August 2, 2010 at 12:42 pm

I’m late but I don’t even care. Whether I’m entered or not, this needs to be shared.

One night I left my credit card at a bar about 45 minutes from where I live. That night, I also was chatting with a dude and we exchanged numbers.

After realizing I left my card, I called the dude, thinking we could meet up before/after/during card retrieval. If I was making the drive, might as well see if he’s boyfriend material.

He agreed to meet up.

I show up at his house. After some small talk, he says he needs to change his clothes. From his room, he shouts to the living room where I am standing: “What’s your favorite color?”

Confused, I reply, “Purple.”

He emerges from his room donning a purple shirt. “I am SO glad you forgot your credit card!” he exclaims.

Need I say more?

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