The Imperfect Date

Now let’s hear about all those bad date stories 😁🙃

I never dated, so don't have any of those to share..............
BUT this ought to be interesting.
Go ahead Kris.........
share away.

Lol good thread idea!
I had my first date at 19. He took me to see Up the Disney movie. He took me all the way to the top of the seating area. Like the very top row…which I didn’t like because I think the middle section is best to see the movie.
As the film was going on he turned to me and smiled. I smiled back and continued to watch the movie. He did it again and when I turned to him he gave me a huge uncomfortable kiss. It was my first kiss, I should add. He tried to kiss me throughout the film. Although, I was attracted to him, it made me uncomfortable. I felt a bit violated because it was my first kiss and I hardly knew him.
Thank God he didn’t do more than that and took me home afterwards.

When I got home I told my family what happened and my brother said only slutty girls kiss on the first date which made me cry. I told him that it wasn’t my fault and I wasn’t planning on it. He was 16 back then so I think he was just being a mean little brother.

That sucks! But you know, you did right keeping your composure, sticking to your values, and (presumably) ending it with homeboy.

I have some funny dating stories not happened on Valentine. But if I share you'll think I'm so picky and bossy. I'd better not to share🤩

Thanks bro! I did end it with him. A few months afterwards I found out, through my aunt who worked with him, that he totaled his brand new car for racing on the highway.

should have prebooked and got allocated seating...where they allocate you ten rows apart lol. You wanted to see the movie right? Otherwise you could have just gone to the park, sat on the park bench, watched the sky get dark and kissed for free.

I had a few that were not so great

But one I will never forget …a blind date (one and only) set up by my friends, girlfriend.

Her cousin was coming into town and asked me if I would go out with her….

When I met her…. she jumped out of the car …and in the deepest Texas accent I have ever heard…. she said

Hiiiii…. My name is Amanda Lee, I’m from Texassssssssss, and I can crack every bone in my body.

And she could …..and she did!....and I think I blacked out….I do not remember anything more from that night.

The worst date I can think of was one where the guy wouldn't stop asking what we were going to do tomorrow. I was like...um....yeah, that's not happening. I mean, I want to be loved and all, but don't obsess over us spending every second together before you even get to know me.

I get the feeling most of the stories here will be blind date stories.

Hah, yeah that’s a bit much.

Well I don't have any actual dates to report on, but I can share that the first guy to ask me out in middle school later became an abusive boyfriend to another acquaintance and we made that connection about the time that he was arrested for murder so yeah I'm just as glad I turned him down.


Also there was that time in college when my guy friend stood me up for Martin Luther ( I mean yeah it was a Lutheran school, but still) as in he bailed on dinner plans in order to go see the movie on its last night with other friends. But yeah I got stood up for a dead guy so we're not saying people might assume I'm a boring date, but apparently an old dead monk is more compelling.

Warning, warning... Danger, Will Robinson!

Overly long and needlessly detailed post ahead!

Unfortunately, I have to recycle all my dating stories because dating just hasn't been at the top of my priority list for the past few years, but long ago I had what I thought was a very promising start on one of the Christian dating sites. Now I realize most people will say their experiences on such sites were with anything but Christians, but I really had some hope for this one. He was polite, understanding, and seemed to be a genuine person of faith.

I was impressed right off the bat when he agreed to meet somewhere in the middle, as we there were a couple of hours between us and so I suggested meet at a place that would be an equal drive for both of us. I also arrange for all first dates to be in the middle of the day, because if it doesn't go well, I can always say that a friend or relative is expecting me later (which is true, because I usually text someone I know about where I'm going and who I'm meeting.) I personally feel it's safer for both guys and girls to meet on a first date in public and during the day (especially when it's through a dating site,) but that's just me.

So we met at a Dave & Buster's and the more he talked, the more I was beginning to like him. His family was from another country and so I found his whole story to be fascinating. I liked that he was humble -- he'd worked his way up to a lead management position at his job but quickly credited his team for his success and said he couldn't do it without them. I was also impressed when he said that he'd recently moved, but hadn't found a church he was comfortable with so he was driving back and forth (3 hours total) every Sunday to attend his old church, because that's where he felt at home.

This was a rare time when I left feeling like there could actually be some potential, and I would have liked to have seen him again.

That is, until my phone started blowing up literally the minute I got home and walked into the house. I picked up my phone and found it drowning in texts asking when we could meet again, and, "how soon" I thought we "could be sharing bodies." When I texted back asking him what his beliefs were about the subject, I found the same belief "system" I seem to run across quite often in the "Christian" dating world.

I meet lots of Christians who attend church faithfully and are even part of small groups, Bible studies, and ministries. But if you get to the subject of sex, I will usually hear an answer such as, "Well God made sex, so as long as it's with someone you care about..."

I don't want to judge anyone's walk because that's between them and God. But for myself, I just didn't feel comfortable at all, and I had to explain to him that my beliefs were a bit different than his and decline ever seeing him again. I was truly sad, because I had found a lot to like about him.

But, the quest continues!

And I realize that if anyone has read my last few posts, I probably sound like a big stick in the mud who holds up a big red flashing STOP sign the minute a hint of any kind of "adult" topic comes up. While I'll be the first to admit that I am not street smart, I don't think I'm a total pansy either.

One of the ministries I was heavily involved in consisted of writing letters to prison inmates, so I can guarantee I've been told a few things one wouldn't want to be told. But at one point in my life, I wanted to go into psychology and listen to such stories for a living, so it was a great lesson in learning to brace myself and then ask God to teach me what was really there.

The problem I run into is that many of the people I talk to don't realize or care that there is a strict line between talking about issues and then proposing them. I don't mind talking about uncomfortable issues -- but I have no interest in being proposed with them in that context. However, it's been a valuable learning experience.

I will never forget a particular inmate who wrote me a letter that bothered me so much that I put it out on the table for 3 days (an idea I got from reading about Hezekiah in the Bible,) and asked God how I should answer.

I felt God was telling me what to say and I finally wrote back, saying, "Instead of addressing all the things you wrote about, God told me to picture myself looking into your eyes instead and telling you what I saw. So I looked at this blurry picture I have and prayed, and when I thought about looking into your eyes, all I saw was guilt and shame. Do you want to talk about that?" Talk about blind faith. I realize that I was stepping on some very sensitive buttons and I didn't really know what to expect.

And then suddenly, BOOM!!! It was like cracking open a dam, and out flooded the worst story of childhood abuse I had ever heard, and the roots of some of the addictions and unnatural love/hate attractions it had caused.

It taught me a lot about what might be driving some of the issues people are struggling with today when they share or ask for help.

I understand why people, even Christians, are so driven by sex -- after all, we're surrounded by a culture that engulfs us with it 24/7 -- but I'm just not comfortable at being proposed with it out of God's context, and most certainly not on a first date.

My worst date and best date... might actually be the same.

Was supposed to be an early movie and then dinner. We had so much fun just driving around and talking so we changed our plans and just went sightseeing and cruising. We were having a blast so we ended up cruising through 3 states....Started out at around 1pm ended at 11pm... curfew time.

Had the best time ever and thought wow I'm even going to make it back by curfew. So all was great.

Until I got home and well, to say the very least, all was not great.

My dad was waiting on the porch and all the yelling he did pretty much ended the good times. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough...I then find out he had called the guy's parents like 15 or 20 times...called all the hospitals and might have even called the cops.

I was forbidden to see the guy again. I got grounded for a month or two. Which was a shortened sentence for good behavior because I was supposed to have been grounded for life....lol

But come to think of it...it may have been worth it.

Honestly, it definitely wasn't my worst date...there has been much, much, much worse since then that I don't even like to think about.

Just trying to keep it light so just used the most embarrassing one...

I don't get it. If you were back by curfew, why were you grounded?

Did you forget about daylight savings time and come back an hour late?

Did he go to the restaurant you said you would be at and not find you there?

Why did he panic in the first place?

I know, right?

At first, I was as confused as you are about it.

After all the yelling though, he explained it to me:

Apparently, dads don't enjoy it when their underage daughters go on a 10-hour date.

And no matter what time your curfew is a movie and a dinner date should be over in at least 5 hours tops.

So he gave me until 7pm (6hrs) before he came looking for me. Couldn't find me or the guy's car anywhere...so then he really started tripping out.

As green as I was back then, I tried to explain to him he couldn't find us anywhere because we had cruised through KY, VA, and TN on a little mini road trip...

Well, that just made him even angrier so I got an extra month of grounding just for that... lol

But really as panicked and mad as he was...I would like to say I learned my lesson and never done anything like that again...That's what I would like to say anyways....

At least you knew he cared about you enough to get worried.

I was set up on a blind date. I was not attracted to him and his personality was just off. He asked me to be his girlfriend and at that time, I didn't have a car. So, he asked me when he was driving me home and I rejected him. He then proceeds to pull to the side of the highway and basically grill me and tell me why I'm not willing to date him for 45 minutes. It was uncomfortable and basically harassing me to be his girlfriend. I have other stories, but just have to think about them and share them at a later time!

Oh my goodness! That is bad!

I have never had a bad date. Flip the coin over on the other side though and sure
That's cause your daddy may not admit it but he had a little bad boy in him in his younger years and game knows game. He knew no normal boy could be interesting or exciting enough to keep your interest that long. So I do like the way he used calling the hospitals to guilt ya but in truth he was just calling to make sure they had either a open bed in ICU or a open slab in the basement morgue, if he be allowed to put his hands on that boy.........LOL