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The only 'proper' date I have ever been on actually happened after I had split up with my girlfriend. Hahaha - I took her for dinner to a real swanky place as like a goodbye dinner. Hahaha. It was a really pleasant ecening actually...I don't really see her now anymore - Hahahaha. BUT that is a muchos long story 
So not so much of a disasterous date, but certainly an odd one
So not so much of a disasterous date, but certainly an odd one
C
I have a good 'date' story. I started working at wal-mart right out of high school. I was 18 (I am 26 now) and hadn't really been on any dates to speak of. This guy at work, I will call him Andrew, kept asking me if I wanted to go out for coffee after work. I kept turning him down, basically because he just wasn't someone that I wanted to be around. He was sweet enough but he was also bisexual, and partied and drank which wasn't part of my lifestyle. So after him asking me several times, I finally gave in and went. We got off work around midnight that night, and I just followed him to a local resturant/truck stop. We were there for maybe 5 minutes when his friends started showing up. I met around 8 people that night, and all of them were either gay, lesbian, or bi. The topic of conversation was how hot this person was, or how much they wanted to sleep with that person. I am not prejudice by any means, but this Christian girl was extremely uncomfortable to say the least! So when I finally got up the nerve to tell Andrew that I was leaving, he was ok with it. Before I left, he said "So, now that we are dating and you have met all of my friends...I want to meet all your friends!" DATING!!! ME?? With him??? lol yeah I was a little shocked. I believe the look on my face got my point across becaue he never asked me out again. lol
Ok...so it doesn't seem so funny when I type it out...but it was after it happened!
Ok...so it doesn't seem so funny when I type it out...but it was after it happened!
Hahahahaha that was funny - totally tacky lines and totally funny!! They have some totally useless lines in London.....I won't even go there...... hahahaha
But I have two dating disasters:
1. I didn't realise I was on a date.......I thought we'd just gone out as 'friends' for lunch.......um.....it kinda killed the friendship......
2. I was on a date many years ago and we went to watch my cousins who were playing in a famous UK band (Simply Red, if any of you know of this english group)....anyway......after the concert we went backstage to the VIP area to meet the band and mix and mingle etc.....and about 20 minutes into that...the guy started to get twitchy.....
He started to look agitated.....uncomfortable, moody.........
*and then he said to me ' Come on, we need to leave now!' and I am like ' what? ' and it was causing a little bit of a scene...cos my cousins noticed something was not right.
*'Why do we need to leave now' I asked
*' BECAUSE I NEED TO TAKE MY MEDICATION ' he shouted
He then admitted to me once outside that he had not told me he was mentally ill and was a bi polar schitzophrenic......the medication had worn off - but on the medication he appeared totally in control, totally happy and calm. That was the last date. he was quite a serious case I found out in later times and I was told he would have violent and strange behaviours.....something that I would not have been able to handle.....he spent a lot of time 'sectioned' involuntarily as he was said to be a danger to himself and not able to cope outside when he had episodes.....I had met him in a good period.
It was sad rather than funny...........but the date turned into disaster as his mood just SWITCHED and I didnt' know what was happening. Bit of a nightmare.........that's the last thing you expect to happen right?
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I went on a date with this guy that I met through my older sister. I thought she wouldn't have let me go out with him if he wasn't a decent guy. Maybe she just didn't know...
For the sake of the story, we'll call him...Fred.
Fred wanted to take me to dinner and a movie. That seemed harmless enough. Dinner was fun, the movie was good.
Then Fred asked me if I wanted to go out for ice cream before he took me home.
OF COURSE I wanted ice cream!
I got a chocolate cone, and he didn't get anything, so I felt like a cow...but I mean, free ice cream is free ice cream, right? So I was trying to be lady-like about eating it, but it kept dripping on my hand. Instead of offering me a napkin, Fred started making these jokes about how I should let him pretend to be a mama cat and I'd be the kitten...
I was like... No thanks...
I thought he was just feeling nervous or something. And since he didn't say anything else that was too weird, I brushed it off.
THEN...oh, yes, THEN...
Fred told me, after I was done with my ice cream, that he was hoping he could show me his favorite place by the river. I still had an hour to kill before curfew, so I said sure, I like rivers...
So there we were, on what should have been a romantic moonlit riverside stroll, when Fred stopped next to a tree and said, "Shhh!" So, I 'shhhed". He started turning slowly in a circle and looking up into the trees, and after a couple minutes of this weirdness, I asked him what on earth he was doing.
He told me, very seriously, very calmly, that he shouldn't have brought me there, but he'd have to "deal with it now".
Again,
I was trying to make heads or tails of it, and was considering just going back to the car, when he told me to hold perfectly still and he grabbed this branch off the ground and started swinging it around his head like it was a sword and he was battling an invisible dragon. I ducked. He wasn't aiming for me, so I thought I'd watch the show for a minute...
When he finally pulled himself together, he grabbed my arm and hauled me back to the car, basically pushed me in, and sped me home. He didn't say goodnight or good bye, just told me to get out.
I asked my sister if he was mentally ill. She said, "I actually don't know...hmm..."
For the sake of the story, we'll call him...Fred.
Fred wanted to take me to dinner and a movie. That seemed harmless enough. Dinner was fun, the movie was good.
Then Fred asked me if I wanted to go out for ice cream before he took me home.
OF COURSE I wanted ice cream!
I got a chocolate cone, and he didn't get anything, so I felt like a cow...but I mean, free ice cream is free ice cream, right? So I was trying to be lady-like about eating it, but it kept dripping on my hand. Instead of offering me a napkin, Fred started making these jokes about how I should let him pretend to be a mama cat and I'd be the kitten...
I was like...
No thanks...I thought he was just feeling nervous or something. And since he didn't say anything else that was too weird, I brushed it off.
THEN...oh, yes, THEN...
Fred told me, after I was done with my ice cream, that he was hoping he could show me his favorite place by the river. I still had an hour to kill before curfew, so I said sure, I like rivers...
So there we were, on what should have been a romantic moonlit riverside stroll, when Fred stopped next to a tree and said, "Shhh!" So, I 'shhhed". He started turning slowly in a circle and looking up into the trees, and after a couple minutes of this weirdness, I asked him what on earth he was doing.
He told me, very seriously, very calmly, that he shouldn't have brought me there, but he'd have to "deal with it now".
Again,
I was trying to make heads or tails of it, and was considering just going back to the car, when he told me to hold perfectly still and he grabbed this branch off the ground and started swinging it around his head like it was a sword and he was battling an invisible dragon. I ducked. He wasn't aiming for me, so I thought I'd watch the show for a minute...
When he finally pulled himself together, he grabbed my arm and hauled me back to the car, basically pushed me in, and sped me home. He didn't say goodnight or good bye, just told me to get out.
I asked my sister if he was mentally ill. She said, "I actually don't know...hmm..."
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I went on a date with this guy that I met through my older sister. I thought she wouldn't have let me go out with him if he wasn't a decent guy. Maybe she just didn't know...
For the sake of the story, we'll call him...Fred.
Fred wanted to take me to dinner and a movie. That seemed harmless enough. Dinner was fun, the movie was good.
Then Fred asked me if I wanted to go out for ice cream before he took me home.
OF COURSE I wanted ice cream!
I got a chocolate cone, and he didn't get anything, so I felt like a cow...but I mean, free ice cream is free ice cream, right? So I was trying to be lady-like about eating it, but it kept dripping on my hand. Instead of offering me a napkin, Fred started making these jokes about how I should let him pretend to be a mama cat and I'd be the kitten...
I was like... No thanks...
I thought he was just feeling nervous or something. And since he didn't say anything else that was too weird, I brushed it off.
THEN...oh, yes, THEN...
Fred told me, after I was done with my ice cream, that he was hoping he could show me his favorite place by the river. I still had an hour to kill before curfew, so I said sure, I like rivers...
So there we were, on what should have been a romantic moonlit riverside stroll, when Fred stopped next to a tree and said, "Shhh!" So, I 'shhhed". He started turning slowly in a circle and looking up into the trees, and after a couple minutes of this weirdness, I asked him what on earth he was doing.
He told me, very seriously, very calmly, that he shouldn't have brought me there, but he'd have to "deal with it now".
Again,
I was trying to make heads or tails of it, and was considering just going back to the car, when he told me to hold perfectly still and he grabbed this branch off the ground and started swinging it around his head like it was a sword and he was battling an invisible dragon. I ducked. He wasn't aiming for me, so I thought I'd watch the show for a minute...
When he finally pulled himself together, he grabbed my arm and hauled me back to the car, basically pushed me in, and sped me home. He didn't say goodnight or good bye, just told me to get out.
I asked my sister if he was mentally ill. She said, "I actually don't know...hmm..."
For the sake of the story, we'll call him...Fred.
Fred wanted to take me to dinner and a movie. That seemed harmless enough. Dinner was fun, the movie was good.
Then Fred asked me if I wanted to go out for ice cream before he took me home.
OF COURSE I wanted ice cream!
I got a chocolate cone, and he didn't get anything, so I felt like a cow...but I mean, free ice cream is free ice cream, right? So I was trying to be lady-like about eating it, but it kept dripping on my hand. Instead of offering me a napkin, Fred started making these jokes about how I should let him pretend to be a mama cat and I'd be the kitten...
I was like...
No thanks...I thought he was just feeling nervous or something. And since he didn't say anything else that was too weird, I brushed it off.
THEN...oh, yes, THEN...
Fred told me, after I was done with my ice cream, that he was hoping he could show me his favorite place by the river. I still had an hour to kill before curfew, so I said sure, I like rivers...
So there we were, on what should have been a romantic moonlit riverside stroll, when Fred stopped next to a tree and said, "Shhh!" So, I 'shhhed". He started turning slowly in a circle and looking up into the trees, and after a couple minutes of this weirdness, I asked him what on earth he was doing.
He told me, very seriously, very calmly, that he shouldn't have brought me there, but he'd have to "deal with it now".
Again,
I was trying to make heads or tails of it, and was considering just going back to the car, when he told me to hold perfectly still and he grabbed this branch off the ground and started swinging it around his head like it was a sword and he was battling an invisible dragon. I ducked. He wasn't aiming for me, so I thought I'd watch the show for a minute...
When he finally pulled himself together, he grabbed my arm and hauled me back to the car, basically pushed me in, and sped me home. He didn't say goodnight or good bye, just told me to get out.
I asked my sister if he was mentally ill. She said, "I actually don't know...hmm..."
C
Oh no! Haha so you beat invisible...who knows what...with tree branches TOO? That reminds me of yet another bad date...for some reason...
For identity protection reasons, we'll call this guy "Roy".
I met Roy at a football game. It's important to know here that because we were sitting down the whole time, I never saw him walk.
So you can imagine my surprise when, after I'd said yes to a movie the following night, and he WALKED to pick me up (epic fail on mode of Date Transportation), I found out that his left leg was a good 3 inches shorter than his right.
It wouldn't have bothered me, honestly, if his personality had been better....
I was quiet while we walked to the movie theater, because I don't normally just jibber jabber about nothing on a first date.
Apparently, Roy did, though. I have no idea what he talked about up until the point where he said, "You're too quiet...it's because I'm stumpy, isn't it?"
I said no, not at all. I was trying to save face and tell him that I was merely interested by what he was saying, but he kept interrupting me. Every few seconds he'd say, "Stumpy!" under his breath, so I finally gave up on talking.
I totally don't know why I went through with the evening, but right in the middle of the movie, Roy asked me to accompany him to the lobby. Once there, he went on this tirade about WHY his leg was shorter, and how it didn't make him less of a person, or less of a man, and how *I* needed to learn not to judge people...
He was the one calling himself names! Not me! Maybe I shouldn't have pointed that small fact out to him, because he turned around and left the theater then...
It was a lonely walk home.