Your worst date ever.

[JosephsDreams]

Going back to when I was about 33, I met a woman in a supermarket packing lot. We chatted and made a date. I took her to dinner. Her manner were atrocious, the conversation boring. I take her back to her house and she invites me in to meet her brother. Her house is a mess. I make some conversation with her brother and we get around to what I do for a living. I tell him I own a scrap yard and he happens to know of it. He turns around and tells his sister, in front of me, "he has a lot of money." A few minutes later I said I had to go and that was that (thank God).

 

[Prov910]

In college I took a girl to a Halloween party. She noticed one of my friends, and was apparently attracted to him. "Attracted" might not be a strong enough word. She was obsessed with him. During the time she wasn't flirting with him, she asked me question after question about him. How old was he? Where was he from? Does he have a girlfriend? What's his major? And so on. Pretty early on in the evening I could see that this girl wasn't in my future. I took her home fairly early from the party, trying my best to remain polite. The next day the friend asked me if he could ask her out. (To his credit, he wanted to remain on the up and up.) I said sure. He went out with her on several dates, decided she was a psycho, and dumped her. And life went on.

 

[MichaelOwen]

I would have to say the worst date I've ever been on would probably when I went to see someone in Rome, Georgia. Me and this young lady had met online back when I was into the whole online dating thing, and we decided to meet. So I drove 2 and a half hours to go see this young woman, and I get there, right as I said I would to pick her up and take her out. Well, right off the bat, I could hear yelling going on in this house as she walked out, dressed in the tightest fitting jeans I've even seen on a woman. I had a bad feeling about it, but I thought I'll be nice and see how it goes. So we went out to eat at Olive Garden, was her favorite, and as we're sitting there, she just goes on and on and on about herself, like she was Athena and deserved worship, I mean just wouldn't ask me anything, and if I volunteered information, gave me that look of like, oh well that's cool, and go back to what she was doing. And this girl was skinny was a rail, yet complained she might be getting....well...fat.....just ridiculous. Any rate, I decided we'd go do something like skating, or bowling, and as we're riding down the road, she talks about not feeling good, as she is sitting there texting someone and wants to go home. So I took her home, and I drove back home, didn't even get a bye, it was just a thanks for dinner. I later found out she was engaged to a young man and was having a child by him. That for me was probably my worst date.

 

[Lighthearted]

Wow. Y'all make dates sound awful. I don't ever really remember having a bad date except for one. This was back in 2011, after my divorce. It was our third or fourth date. The guy had always been very sweet, brought me flowers on each date...but this time he was all hands and kept trying to kiss me. I went and hid in the ladies room at the restaurant we were at. When I came out, I was on the phone, he immediately intercepted me. I told him I was extremely sorry, but I needed to excuse myself and get home. That was of course the last time I went out with him. I don't know what was wrong with him. Maybe he had been drinking...

 

[Innerfire89]

I don't have too many to choose from. The worst was when I was about 19, me and this girl went to a mall and she brought along her brother and mother. I get that I would need to meet the family, but not before I even get to meet the girl. And shopping malls are a crummy place to hang out in.

 

[BriJane]

I am doomed in this department, never mind bad date stories, things go really bad before I ever get to go out!!!!! The last time I asked guy out, I asked if he would like to go ice skating, and he had a stroke. Seriously. When he was out of hospital I asked him again, and he had yet another stroke. I'm not taking any more risks now, I am not doing any more asking. Usually a friend tries to set me up with someone and then they find the girl of their dreams before we are scheduled to meet and cancel. Or I am just left alone waiting that I have been forgotten about ( I have since made a rule that I don't wait for anyone for more than 30 minutes). I think if I actually completed going on date and we both survive, regardless of the outcome I would feel sense of achievement. So don't feel so bad about your experiences people!

 

[AuntieAnt]

I've had a few ghastly dates over the course of my life, mostly due to unfortunate circumstances, not so much the guy's fault (although a few were rather creepy). And of course, some were my own fault as well. I still get made fun of by those friends who know about one of my very first disasterous dates. The high school boy came to pick me up, we went for a walk and he asked what I wanted to do. I know now that the boy was alluding to something a bit romantic. But at that time I was kinda tomboyish and adventuresome so I responded excitedly, "Let's play pirates!" Evidently climbing trees and looking for "treasure" didn't interest him because he never asked me out again.

 

[JosephsDreams]

So when I was in my last year of high school my friend liked a girl he could not date. My friend was Jewish and the girl was Italian. The father was very old fashioned and he did not want his daughter dating a Jewish person. The father liked me though, and hinted he would not have a issue with me dating his daughter.

Well we concocted a scheme where I would make believe I was dating the daughter. I would go and pick her up and then meet with my friend. We would double date, and then I would drop her off when the date was over.

I had a small Fiat convertible in those days, and I lived in Miami. I drove to pick the girl up and got to her house. I felt uncomfortable facing the parents; after all, it was a lie that I was dating her. Otherwise I would have knocked on the door and went in, make small talk before we left. That's what I always did when picking up someone who I was going out with.

In this case I pulled into the driveway and honked my horn. After a few minutes I honked again. Then finally the dad comes out. He was a hefty built guy. He calmly walks up to my car, I had the top down, and punches me in the face. I looked at him startled. I could tell I was bleeding a little, but tried to ignore it. He says to me "Your a mess, you should go home and change and then come back." I was actually dressed nicely, but he was referring to when he punched me a little blood got onto my shirt.

It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. Then I got it. So I drove home and changed. I came back and knocked on the door this time. He invites me in like not a thing happened. He and his wife treat me great, very nice to me. The daughter is across from me on the other sofa looking real glum. I say come Sofia, lets go, we have to make the movie. The dad says, "you know my wife is a great Italian cook and made a feast for you and my daughter and I want you to stay and watch movies here on my our TV." I insist we have to go, but he is not hearing it.

So we stayed put at her house for about 3 and a half hours watching some boring 1950's movies I long ago forgot.

The next day I called my friend and told him, "you owe me a shirt and a movie."