Your Worst Date Ever Story

[PrincessMom2002]

I met my husband-to-be on the internet, so I can't totally complain...but here's a few of my bad dates with men I met on the internet.

Bad date #1 (James)-James took me out for a really nice dinner. The date had been going great until our food came. I asked James how his steak was. James decided to pound his fists on the table and yelled "DON'T TALK TO ME WHILE I'M EATING!!!!!!" After the entire restaurant became quiet and they were all staring at us, I got up and walked out.

James sounds like a territorial, hungry dog! You know the kind that if you get anywhere near their food bowl while they are eating they will not hesitate to rip your arm off!

 

[TheGoofster]

Besides dating my girlfriend / future wife, I actually had very, very few dates.
In fact the only "bad" date that I can think of was while in college my brother's roommate needed somebody to date the friend of his girlfriend, so he asked me. This by the way, was my first and last blind date. My brother's roommate was about 6'4", his girlfriend was about 6'2", and wouldn't you know it, her friend was also about 6'2". When I wear shoes with thick soles, I can just about reach the impressive height of 5'10". The whole time I felt kind of like Gulliver in the land of the giants. Needless to say, I was never asked to be his fourth person again.

 

[sweetspicy]

My worst date wasn't nearly as bad as some of these, but the guy was just sickeningly fake nice to our waitress and actually said to me, "You have to be nice to them or else they'll spit in your food!" Wonderful to hear on a first date! Then he made an elaborate show of saying grace. Like, what, was I supposed to think, "Oh, he's such a nice guy" when I was really thinking, "What a fake, egotistical jerk!!"

Anyway, needless to say, that was several years ago and I haven't missed that guy at all.

 

[jeanadave]

A friend I worked with set me up on a blind date with her boyfriend's friend who was in town visiting. I went to my friend's house to get ready and when the guys got there (I had never seen my friend's boyfriend), I knew immediately which one was MY date. One was cute and the other one was MY date.

Guy talked CONSTANTLY the whole night and spent a good deal time of drawing with his finger imaginary maps of his home state of Minnesota and asking did I know where "Big Bear Lick" was, or "Moose Mountain" or some such and when I didn't, he would once again draw (with his finger) an imaginary map of Minnesota on the table and show me where the "point of interest" was. It was riveting, let me tell you.

By the end of the evening, he had talked so much, he was completely hoarse. About the only thing I got to say was, "No, I don't know where that is" or "No, I've never heard of that river".

 

[PrincessMom2002]

DISUNC- I think your stories take the cake here. I'll share mine because it's a little different. And let me say that I am SO GLAD to be out of the dating scene. God forbid I ever get divorced because I'd never make it in the dating world again.

I was 14 and it was my first car date ever. It was a Sunday afternoon and my entire family was over for dinner. Car date comes, honks the horn. My mom would NOT let me leave the house until he came up to the door. My whole family was making a big deal about it and I was getting more embarrassed by the second. Finally after about 5 minutes and dozens of honks later, he came up to the door to get me. The date was supposed to be a double date with his best friend and my best friend at the time. Turns out my best friend was not allowed to go. So his best friend asked another girl, who brought her sister. These two girls were both DROP DEAD GORGEOUS and there I was, geeky 14 year old. Did I mention that both girls were deaf? The guys sat up front, the girls sat in the back. The whole time, both guys were jerks to us. I don't remember what we even did except we all paid our own way. The entire time, the gorgeous girls and I (despite my geekiness) wrote notes to eachother about what jerks the guys were. And then at the end of the date, my date actually kissed me. I'm sure kissing a cold fish would have been more exciting. I didn't hear from him after that but I could have cared less. At least I got to hang out with some really cool girls.

Fast forward a few years. His best friend started dating a new best friend of mine. By then, I had "blossomed" I guess you could say, and he saw me someplace and was trying to make moves on me. With age comes some wisdom and I told him to get lost. Unfortunately, we hung out in the same circles so saw eachother all the time for about a year period. He eventually got another friend of mine pregnant, they married, and divorced shortly thereafter. I'd still see him around town after that and we were cordial to eachother. I just ended up feeling sorry for the guy, but not THAT sorry.

 

[Linnie The Pooh]

My friend worked with this guy and had set us up. I had met him a few times when I would go to see my friend at work and thought he was cute and funny so when she suggested fixing us up, I thought, "What the heck." We went out and our first stop was to put gas in his horrible looking gigantic primer colored car. I went inside the store to buy a pop and when I came back out he informed me we weren't going anywhere except to all his friends' houses so he could "show me off." Great...

We finally ended up at this guy's house who had a camp trailer in the front yard. This date of mine says "Let's go check out this trailer. He's selling it and I might buy it." I figured ok, being very naive. Well we go in and he invites me to sit down and pops a tape in the vcr and you can guess what comes on the t.v.-an adult video. I stood up and told him I needed to get going home. So he took me home.

We never had any more dates. I found out later from my friend that he had a gun under the passenger seat of his car where I'd been sitting all night-he was some big drug dealer. He also painted his car purple for me! Even though we never talked again-he painted this ridiculous car purple thinking it'd lure me back to him! He started telling everyone we were married and putting my name down on credit card applications as his wife. Fortunately, he moved away and no one knows whatever happened to him.

Before he left, he did make a final attempt to see me. He came to my house and my dad refused to let him in the door. I was hiding behind a chair so he wouldn't see me. He started to badger my dad, but my dad was a tough guy and made him leave....

 

[DisneyfeverTN]

Reading these stories is very entertaining! This experience wasn't even a real date.

My best friend and I drove into Mexico when I was 22. We stayed at a hotel in a little town (I think it was Ensenada). We went out to a bar. She met this guy that she really liked, so I was stuck talking to his friend. After talking to the friend, I thought he seemed very nice. Well, my friend left and went home with her guy. I stupidly invited the guy I was with to our hotel room to watch TV. It such a dumb and dangerous thing to do. I can't believe how stupid I was.

Anyway, we get to the hotel and settle down to watch a movie. He talks and talks until he finally gets to the subject of stabbing. He told me that it is strange to cut a person's throat because their blood just spurts and spurts out. At that point, I just wanted to live through the night. I made up some excuse about not feeling well. Luckily, he left my room!

 

[Kimberly]

This was after my first semester in college and I went out on a blind date encouraged by a friend of mine because this guy apparently was desperate and cute. Well we talked on the phone a few times before the date and sounded like a decent guy, and told me he couldn't wait to pick me up in his brand new black BMW. Well, the date comes around and he pulls up to my parents house in a Honda, which I let slide because we all say pretty crazy stuff one time or another to impress each other. Oh well... can't win every battle.

So first we end up eating at this really nice restaurant and ends up telling me at the restaurant that he is so lucky to be with me, blah blah blah. Seems cool enough until he brings up the idea of marrying me. THIS IS THE FIRST DATE! So I politely let him down and tell him that I'm not looking for that. So the rest of the time at the restaurant goes fairly uneventful and he asks if I want to stop by his friend's house first. I said sure seemingly thinking this guy was harmless.

It's not his friend's house though, it's his parent's. He still lives with them and I ask him as we are downstairs. He starts bawling downstairs and gets down on his knees, wrapping his arms around my legs begging me to forgive him. I was completely in shock and had no idea what to do... then the upstairs lights come on, and his parents come down. He stops immediately and then introduces me to his parents as his g/f... they come down the stairs and talk to me for a bit and my date goes upstairs.

About 2 minutes later my date calls up upstairs from his room, and I go up to check (very stupid, I know). I walk in through the closed door, and he's laying down propped up on his elbow entirely naked. I just ran as I heard footsteps behind me as I went out the front door. Thankfully I lived down the street from him so I was able to get home quickly.

This is why I'll NEVER go on a blind date ever again.

 

[ZPT1022]

My worst date would probably be when I was on the college program at WDW. Went out with this guy, we'd been dating and having a pretty good time and we were at a party. I was talking to another guy, just a friendly sort of thing, but he had gotten a really awesome job and he was telling me about it. It was a conversation I could have had with anyone but apparently my date got jealous and left with my "friend" and they slept together. That's probably the worst.
That or the one in high school where we went out shopping and returning gifts together during Christmas break and we had a talk about "us" and how he didn't really want to get into a relationship. That one's just funny now because almost 10 years later we're married with three kids

 

[disneyeveryyear]

A guy I knew from high school class asked me out on a Saturday night. He picked me up and as we drove away from my house, he asked if I wanted to get high! Didn't stop him.

On the way to the movie, we had to stop so he could get something to eat at Long John Silver's (munchies).

We then go to see some incredibly bad movie (have blocked it out). Then back home. At least he didn't try to kiss me at the end of the date.

 

[dixipixi]

I had 2 of those "quiet dates" as well. The first guy was just weird. We went to a dance and he didn't speak to me the whole time (didn't dance or anything). I had a friend take me home.

The second guy actually talked, but only if I asked him a question (which he generally answered with "no"). I asked if he liked to dance: "no". If he liked football: "no". If he liked to go swimming: "no". Then on the way home, he proceeds to launch into a sermon about everything you could go to h**l for. (from the sounds of it, I was definitely on my way). And how he wanted a woman who would settle down, stay at home (he meant totally at home...all the time...he said it was "unseemly" for a woman to run around town on her own), have at least 6 kids, and how he would "forbid" her to wear makeup, have her hair "done" by a hairdresser, etc, etc. He actually called me and asked me out again. I told him I was 23, having the time of my life, and not ready to become his grandma. He told people that I was crazy and he wished I would let him "save" me.

 

[Mickey527]

My worst date. That's easy.
I was 16, and the guy down the street with his own really hot car, either a TransAm or Porsch, I can't remember, was 17. He worked and bought it himself. It was 1971. I used to watch him drive by the house all the time but I was very shy and never said hello. He didn't go to my high school, he went to a private school.
I never met him but my brothers were in a football league and they played a few blocks away.
One day I had to pick my brothers up after their practice and I took my nephew with me. He hung out the car and yelled Uncle Billy, Uncle Kevin, come home now.
Well this guy called me and asked me out the next day. I was so excited. My brothers said that he asked who I was and they told him I was their sister and the baby was their nephew.
We went to Friendly's for an icecream and we had such a great time talking. He was so nice.
Then we went for a walk on the beach. I was so naive. We sat down on a blanket he brought and all of a sudden his hands were all over me. I told him to stop and slow down, and stop..............
He said, come-on, I saw your kid, I know your easy.

THAT KID IS MY NEPHEW!!! AND I AM A VIRGIN!!!
He never called me again. Peggie

 

[TheOtherVillainess]

Worst date ever was when I was in HS. I was a senior and had just started sort of casually hanging out with a freshman guy who really seemed to like me. He was quite sweet.

So a friend of mine decided to meet him and her BF at a local mini-golf place. The freshman guy was all over me and we were acting all googly-eye stupid in love the entire time we were supposed to be playing golf. Apparently, this ticked off my friend (who had driven me there) and she dragged me out of the mini-golf in a fit of ridiculous rage.

Shortly after, the guy stopped calling me and we would wave or say hi if we saw each other in the halls, but we never really talked after that.

I stopped being friends with this girl a few years later because she was extremely jealous of DH (then DFiancee) and I. She was so jealous in fact she was practically racing me to the alter and ended up getting married to an ex-con who soon went back to jail for breaking parole (or so I heard).

TOV

 

[SelfEmployedDebtFree]

my first date with my wife... you GOTTA read this!

Keep reading... it gets better! It was a double date. First we hit the mall (boring) I bought a Twisted Sister album (OK, so I was a teen then... shoot me)..
As the norm, we double dated. after the mall, we decided to take the girls by an old HUGE haunted House that we hung out a lot in. We had set-up a fake "dead man" and hung him by a rope in the deserted house. Some other kids (probably... or maybe a bum) had apparently been there since the day before and cut him down and scattered him all over the house. It was a foiled attempt at a good scare, and the girls made fun of us for it.
My BF and I (I'm a guy) liked to drive dirt roads at excessive speeds and drift (before it was cool). So on our first double date, with our girlfriends, thats EXACTLY what we did. After we hit the mall and the old house, we went drifting on a dirt road; Only this time (unlike the 100s of other times) we wrecked, and slid the ole Citation into an enbankment. The wreck (more of a bump-up) slid my wife over really close to me, which was my big break.... After checking to see that my Twisted Sister Album (uhhh yeah, record... darn; giving away my age...) wasnt broke, I sneaked in my first kiss. Keep reading...
The tire started going flat. We got it to my house on the rim. Changed the tire and headed back out. A few minutes/miles later, the OTHER tire went out (this time on a normal road). we pulled into a factory parking lot where we got out the jack and raised up the car (again), and since there wasnt a SECOND spare, we eventually left the car. All the while, rednecks were hanging out of the warehouse doors yelling "Whooo Baby!" and some other stuff I wont repeat at our girls. (My wife was a fashion model, and 15 years later, shes STILL a hottie!) So we left the car, and walked up to the highway, where we ran into some of my buddies in their Chevy Blazer. Now, I belonged to a group similiar to the Trenchcoat Maffia. We all loved guns, explosives, and war. We all wore trenchcoats too. (it was a step up from the last group I hung with at my OLD school where the leader of our group slept in a real coffin) so we piled in the back of his blazer, now filled to the max with teens. My buddy (driving the Blazer) yells back to me and said "Be careful back there... under those blankets are some of my rifles..." I raised the corner of the blanket and we were laying on 10-20 assault rifles covered by several blankets. I spotted the AK-47 and the AR-15 right off. They all went in to Hardees to eat. My girlfried (now my first and only wife) and I were uneasy with getting out of, and back into the Blazer, laying on loaded guns, so we decided the safe thing to do was to just lay there as still as possible, and to stay in the blazer. We just layed there and kissed for an hour or so. I forgot about the guns pretty quick.
Then we took the girls home, and we lived happily ever after! THE END

oh yeah, we fixed his car the next day and he was grounded for several weeks for the damages. He and his girl (who was my best friend too) broke up, but my wife and I were just too perfect for each other.

Its factual; its the truth.

 

[SelfEmployedDebtFree]

Actually, mine (posted above) wasnt the worse date, it was the best... but if I had like many people, and didnt try to make the best of the circumstances, it COULD HAVE been the worst date.
My girlfriend was waaaaay over my head as far as looks and all went. (And she was RICH!!! and I lived in a singlewide!!! I was POOR.) I would have done almost ANYTHING for a date with her. Ironically, it was the most fun date I ever had too.

 

[Grizabella]

I was in my 20's and I'd just been dumped by my boyfriend. I went to a singles dance and a guy started a conversation with me. I thought he was OK, though his voice was a bit whiny. gave him my phone number, and sure enough, he called and asked me for a date. So he picked me up in his car after dinner a few nights later, and we drove over to Jones Beach. There's lots of activity on the Boardwalk at Jones Beach on a summer night. By the time we got to the beach, I'd had enough of his whiny voice, but decided to make the best of the evening.

We walked up and down the Boardwalk, watching others play shuffleboard, etc. At one point we found a band playing swing music, and we danced -- we were the only couple on the floor under the age of 50. I don't think he spent so much as a dime on that date. when we got into the car to go home, he kissed me...and it felt like kissing a dead fish.

when we were about a mile from my house, he asked me for a second date. i tried to dsay stuff like call me to se tsomething up, thinking I would turn him down over the phone, but he persisted, and I finally told him I wasn't interested in a second date. then he asked me to critique the first date! I couldn't wait until he pulled onto my driveway so I could get out of that car!


my second story happened just a few years ago. A freind of mine met a guy on line, and after a few dates realized he wasn't what she was looking for, but thought he'd be a good match for me. so we met for dinner. it was actually a nice evening, and we wound up dating for about a year and a half. but something happened that night that should have clued me in...my date started talking about his experiences in community theater. and he started talking about a somewhat obscure Gilbert & Sullivan operetta, and was very srprised that I'd heard of it. so I told him that my ex husband was very into gilbert & sullivan.

he looked at me, and I could see a lightbulb over his head. "OMG, you're [and he said my ex husband's name] ex wife, aren't you?"

should hav eknown that anyone who is friends with my ex husband was going to give me aggravation soner or later.

 

[Corryn]

I've had quite a few bad dates, but this one is my favorite
I was a court reporter working at the D.A.'s office. There was a steady stream of cops coming and going all day, every day.
I was dating this for about three years at the time, but that didn't stop me from the occasional date with someone else.
Anyway, one of my co-workers, a lawyer, came in to my office one afternoon to tell me that one of his witnesses, a cop, would love my phone number.
I said, which one? and he said, the one with the black jacket...

Oh, God! That guy is so hot - I saw him before outside, heck yeah, here's my number, and I gave my number to Craig to give to this guy.
The hot guy looked like Lorenzo Lamas, he was soooooo handsome.

So that night the guy calls me. What a dream!!! I couldn't believe my luck, hot and nice? That was just impossible. He knew the right things to say, he was from a nice Italian family from Brooklyn, had the same values I had, the same life goals, etc. He was the total opposite of the loser I was dating (hanging onto).
He was a transit cop and he worked odd hours. At first I thought it was the typical married cop who lied, but over the course of a few weeks I've spoken with his mother while calling his house and everything seemed pretty normal....

He did work odd hours, and when he would call me to say, hey, what are you doing? want to get something to eat? want to go to a movie? I was busy doing something else (remember, I had a boyfriend) or it was too late, a work night, etc...
Then finally one night
after about three weeks of talking on the phone, He tells me he was getting off early and since it was late and there wouldn't be too many places open, did I just want to hang out?
I said, yes, come pick me up!
I'm all excited, I call my girlfriends and wake them up with the good news that I'm finally going to see my Dream Man!!!! Oooooohhhhh my goodness! I could hardly wait!! This was L O V E !!!!!
I got dressed, put on some make-up, etc. and got all ready.....
Since it was late, I didn't want him ringing the bell and waking my grandparents so I waited outside.....
Here comes a white Cadillac....Oh, It's Him!!! I try to non-chalantly walk through my yard without looking desperate....I open the gate and close it....
I walk over to the car door......
THIS IS IT!!!!
I FINALLY GET TO SEE HIM AGAIN!!!!
WHAT WILL MY BRIDAL DRESS LOOK LIKE?????
WHICH HALL WILL WE CHOOSE?????
My hand's on the car handle....
I push in the button....
I pull the door open....
The Interior Light comes on.....

This strange man about twenty years older than me is leaning over and smiling.....
WHO IS THIS MAN?????????????
I'VE NEVER SEEN HIM BEFORE??????????
DID I SIGNAL THE WRONG CAR TO PULL OVER?!?!?!?!!?
HOW DOES THIS OLD MAN KNOW MY NAME????????

Well, the guy must have seen the look on my face....
I don't have one of those poker faces...
All of a sudden, the smile leaves his face and he says to me,
"I'm not who you thought I was, Am I?"

I could end the story here, couldn't I?
Looking back on it, it was HYSTERICAL!!!!!
But here's what happened:

Wellllllll........I am not a rude girl so I say, No! No! I know who you are! Of course I know who you are! Why would you say such a thing!
and I proceeded to get into the car....
We drove to a nice spot where all my friends hung out right underneath the Throggs Neck Bridge (brightly lit and populated) and we talked and talked and remained very distant - That was also the first night that I really noticed how fast the moon rose! I was timing how fast it moved up in the sky. I don't remember the conversation at all....I was so depressed and let down. I was very sad. My dream man was all in my dreams...I was trapped in a white Cadillac in a waking nightmare

Finally he saw my eyes closing and my head nodding and he took me home.
He called two days later reminding me about the wedding we would be attending together (his cousin's wedding), and did I have a dress for it yet, because if not, he would take me out to buy one. I called him back and told him that I couldn't make it....

 

[Corryn]

Okay.....another one:

Same office, different lawyer. This was one of the guys I was friends with and I used to hang out in his office or he in mine, we were just friends....He had a cousin and he used to talk on the phone with him all the time at work. They had the same name and they were the same age so they were very close...
I'll call him John because his real name is very distinct & ethnic....
Anyway,
He says, you know me, you know him, you've heard me on the phone with him, you're both single, why don't you guys go out?
Now by this time, I had broken up with and was seeing my BF's (best friends) boyfriend's BF. But I was newly single and I just wanted to have some fun, so I said, All right.

John (not my lawyer friend, the cousin John) picks me up...He comes upstairs and meets my Gramma and Grampa and then we're on our way.
While driving into Manhattan, John is just going on and on about this French restaurant and how fancy and expensive it is, which celebrities he's seen while dining there, etc. We get there, I think it was either in the Village or SoHo, it was Very Nice... and we sit down...he orders wine...we talk....or....
He talks.....
He talks and talks and talks about how rich is family is....
Then the waiter comes over to take our entree order....
HE ORDERS FOR ME....
No One Orders For Me!!
I like to eat....No, I Love to eat!!
I ask the waiter, what did he just order for me? and the waiter proceeds to describe something very disgusting that I wouldn't serve to my poodle.
I say to the guy, I'll take the steak, and do you have French Fries?
This IS a French restaurant, right?
(I was pretty tactless back then)
Then the waiter leaves and John is back to yadda yadda yadda.....
He was Italian/American, but he considered himself European...
Oh, how I love to Holiday in Europe....I just LOVE skiing the Alps.....
Europe this, Europe that...Blah Blah Blah, I should have been European...
Did you know that Europeans do this? Europeans do that.....Whatever...
Dinner comes and he's still yappin about how he wants to be reincarnated as a European......
After dinner I excuse myself to the ladies room, and THANK GOD there's a payphone right next to it! YES!!I've got a quarter!!!
I call my BF and she's at her apartment in The Bronx with her boyfriend...Is so-and-so there, too (boyfriend's best friend) No? Okay, I'll call him, bye.

I call BF's boyfriends' BF....He's home in Brooklyn...Hi, do you want to see me tonight? All right, can you meet me at my house in an hour? We'll go over and hang out with Eileen and Mike...All right, see you then...

Back over to you know who....He wants to order dessert..I tell him I'm not feeling well, please take me home. We get into the car and hey, wait a minute, this isn't the FDR, we're on the opposite end of the island...Battery Park City? You have an apartment here? Do I want to come up??? Didn't you hear me, guy? Or were you too busy listening to yourself yap about your European AlterIdentity???

Can you believe the guy actually walked over to my door after my repeatedly and adamantly exclaiming I wanted to go home - he opened my car door and begged me to get out and to come upstairs with him. I finally told him if he didn't close my door and take me home, I would get out and run and find a cop..So he took me home.

He realized he was getting nowhere when he walked me to my door, which I insisted he shouldn't do. He tells me his Throat is PARCHED,
can I please come upstairs for a sip of water????? UUGGGGG!!! Okay.....He gets a glass of water
(Thank God my grandparents were still awake and in the next room)
and he takes his time drinking it.
I'm watching the clock, Mike is going to be here any minute, how the heck am I going to get John out of here????

I finally tell him that I think I'm going to explode, I needed to get to the bathroom and the he HAD to go....I walk him downstairs to the door...
I open the door, then the storm door and back him out of both so now he's standing outside and I have my body inside with one hand on the door jamb and the other on the front door, ready to close it.

Suddenly, he gets realllllllll close to me...He leans over to kiss me and then...
As he starts to pucker and come in for the kill, I quickly kiss first the left, then the right cheek and proclaim,
Is THAT European enough for ya!!!!
and I slam the door!!!!!

Monday morning, my lawyer friend, John's cousin, had A LOT of 'Splainin' to do! and I never let him live that down.....

 

[sha_lyn]

Worst 1st date would have tobe in high school. He was the older brother of my best friends boy friend. We had been around each other several times hanging out. Well this was a "real" date just the 2 of us. I should have know it would be bad when he blew the horn instead of coming ot the door. Well my mom wasn't home, or she wouldn't have let me go without him coming to the door. Best I remember all we did was go to someones house I didn't know. Then I thought we were going to his parents house but instead he drove to the end of their dirt road to make out. I ended up slapping the snot out of him and demanding he take me home.

 

[poohandwendy]

The guy that told me within maybe 15 minutes of the car ride away from my house that he thought it would be 'amazing to make love to me'. OMG huge rolleyes here.

Shame, he never found out how amazing it would be, LOL.