Tell us your worst date ever

[aprilisi]

OLD, I amm overweight but I have current head and body shots to weed out the chubby haters.

 

The first thing he said to me is you'd be hot if you lost weight. Then started preachhing about exercise and eating right. He was fatter than me. I work out every day. I tried to be nice but cut the date short.

 

As I was leaving he asked if he could come home with me and brushed his hand on my ass. I pushed him away and made a quick escape.

[Disillusioned]

My worst date ever was the one where she tried to use the Jedi mind trick on me (in a mall food court no less).

 

Needless to say, it didn't work on me, and there was no 2nd date.

[JustJoe]

Worst date ever? I am lucky , most have been OK, but one was a real disaster.

Met this super hot woman in college and asked her out. We were on campus , so we walked to a restaurant and then to a couple of pubs. We were walking back to my apartment, and decided to take the foot path. There is this foot path between the groups of dorms and appts. that goes through the woods with little ponds and foot bridges. We would walk fro a while then kiss and such, well we got to one of the foot bridges and were crossing and she just disappeared. Somebody had removed the railing and she fell about 20 feet down. Broke her leg and was concussed. It was horrible. They never found out who did it.

[MrMeh]

OK, I have one, but I'll warn you, it's pretty gross.

 

I was on a second date with a guy I had hit it off with pretty well so far. We had kissed on the first date, and a couple times on the second, and then, we went back to his apartment. We were there maybe 2 minutes and then, it happened. Whatever I ate that night had a bad effect on me. I felt the urge to "go" and by "go" I mean, #2. Crap. Poop. Whatever.

 

Now, I'm usually pretty nonchalant about that. If I have to go, I excuse myself and go, and don't make a bit deal of it, I'm not one of these "ohmygodicantpoopataguysplace" type girls.

 

This is where it got ugly, though. I clogged his toilet. What seemed like 200 gallons of brown water ran out all over the small bathroom floor and onto his white carpeting in the hallway. Before I even got myself cleaned up, I heard him scream outside "what the f*** did you do? Did you just sh*t on my carpet"?

 

I did my best to clean it up, and he said it was OK after that, but he never called me again. Honestly, I'm not sure if it was because I grossed him out, or he assumed I wouldn't want to see him again.

 

Haha. Guessing your eyes matched the carpet that night.

[SpiralOut]

Well, there was the guy who took me out to dinner then spent a good chunk of time talking about drugs and how good one of his drug experiences were. I don't have a problem with people who have experimented with drugs in the past, but it's not okay to talk so openly about it in a public place. He was quite enthusiastic about it too, which creeped me out. There were other diners sitting near us. Every time I changed the subject, he changed it back again. I finally told him to stop it. It was embarrassing.

 

 

He also made a weird comment about his mother. I forget what it was exactly but there was a looong awkward silence while I figured out what the hell to say to it.

 

 

For some reason I let him come back to my place afterwards. At that point out I found out he still lived at home with his mother. He then asked to see my feet. I told him no. He then asked me if I wanted to have sex with him. I got super pissed off and told him no. His response: "so should I go then?"

 

 

Gee I don't know, if all you care about is trying to sleep with me then go ahead and leave simply because I said no to sex with you. Christ, what a creep. I was really sarcastic to him when he left, and I never heard from him again. Thank god.

Edited September 21, 2014 by SpiralOut

[amkxoxo]

So I was in college not that long ago, and this guy was my lab partner for a class. He was very bold and a little inappropriate, but I thought it was funny and that he meant it in all good fun. We started texting a lot. We went out on little dates here and there, and he would always insist we get drinks. I drank with my friends and went to parties but wasn't a big drinker, especially on a random Wednesday etc.. Every place we went to he complained about the food. I thought this was weird and it was becoming a pattern. Sometimes he would ask me random sexual questions through text and I would chastise him, and he would apologize.

 

 

One day he asked me out for a fun day trip. He first asked me to drive my old car. I was kind of taken back by this, because his car was literally brand new. No mileage and mine was a junker. I showed disdain for driving so he agreed to drive. He drove a stick, which I had no idea how to drive. We got to this place and he paid. We walked around all day. It was a historical place. I was fine until halfway through the day he insisted we needed alcohol. This was a Tuesday before dinner. I was not impressed. He took me to this local military base where a friend of his was staying. I did not want to be there. He bought some beer and insisted we sit and drink near this pond. Again, I didn't want to. Then we got hungry so he took me to this local restaurant he said was good. Now I am a medium average girl, size 6. A little curvy but cute. We ordered and he kept ordering us drinks, which I would sip casually. He insisted on having me drink more but I refused telling him he would waste his money on untouched drinks. Then we started talking about what our date meant. He told me he loved talking to me and it was nice to have a smart brain behind a great girl, unlike the girls he usually dated. I like this, until, he told me that he usually goes after girls with tiny waists. And how mine just wasn't. He even mentioned how I could lay off food a little. I barely ate all day long with him and I go to the gym 5 days a week. And to top it all off he complained about the food. He picked this place and I thought my meal was awesome. What a Debbie downer.

 

 

I started crying because I had been so happy with how I looked and had lost weight at that time. He tried to apologize but I wasn't having it. I told him that "No one will ever love you. Your flaws run way too deep."

 

 

Instead of taking me home like I wanted he drove us to this downtown bar area and insisted we drink again. I told him I was tired and wanted to go home. He told me we would just meet up with a friend of his and have a drink and then leave. I said okay because I just wanted to go home. I was so upset. His friend was nice and we had a drink. I had a drink. This guy drank and drank and drank. I tell him again I am tired and want to go home. He says no way and that I better be prepared because we are going to be out all night long. I was so mad at this point. I couldn't drive his car because it was a stick and he kept drinking too much to drive. His friend takes us to this bar where he continues to drink like a fish. Even the owner, who was a nice man, asked me to not get in a car with him. I agreed. At about 1:30 in the morning we are dragged to another bar. A gay bar. At the door he grabs me and tries to kiss me and feel me up. He thinks I am drunk. Me pushing him away shows him I am not.

 

 

Inside we ironically see our young professor for the lab class we are in together. My horrible date, lets call him Drunk Mike, is talking and drunk as ever to our professor. My professor is there with his friends, since my professor is gay. One friend and I get to talking. He is a friend of my professors and totally straight. He is not drinking because he is the designated driver. He is so nice to me and we hit it off. We exchange numbers and chat the whole night. Drunk Mike keeps trying to get the designated driver guy to start drinking too. He even is obnoxious and forcing drinks into his hands. I grab the drinks and put them back on the bar and glare at Drunk Mike, who has made my night miserable. As I go to call a friend for a ride, designated driver guy offers. He is so cute. The bar closes and Drunk Mike just ditches me, runs off, and leaves me there. Thank god my professor and designated driver are there to take me home.

 

 

Designated driver and my professor take me home. They are so nice and mature. The next day designated driver guy calls me to ask me on a proper date. He picks me up and doesn't drink a thing. We date for months. He is a the best guy ever. So nice, respectful, and not a drinker. Drunk Mike tried to talk to me again but I let him have it. Never to talk again. Worst and most ironic date of my life. I meet a wonderful straight guy at a gay bar while I am out on a disaster date with a horrible guy.

Edited October 3, 2014 by amkxoxo