What was your worst date?

[IceBergSLiM]

Originally posted by: 49erinnc
Junior year in college, I had a blind date. She showed up at my place where we departed for dinner. Really hit it off great at dinner and because it had gotten pretty late, we opted to just come back to my place to watch TV/talk. So we're sitting there on the couch watching TV when I accidentally hit "Play" on the remote. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to take out the highly explicit pr0n tape that I had in from the night before. So one minute, we're hitting it off great and watching a movie on TV, only to have her staring at some chick taking a money shot to the face the next minute.

Needless to say, I was horrified with embarrassment. And I did what any 21 year old guy would do: blamed it on my buddies who I said were over there the night before watching it while I was studying. She left shortly after that and it was the last time we went out.

if she cant appreciate the humor iin that your better off with out her.

 

[Stuxnet]

Originally posted by: IcebergSlim

Originally posted by: 49erinnc
Junior year in college, I had a blind date. She showed up at my place where we departed for dinner. Really hit it off great at dinner and because it had gotten pretty late, we opted to just come back to my place to watch TV/talk. So we're sitting there on the couch watching TV when I accidentally hit "Play" on the remote. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to take out the highly explicit pr0n tape that I had in from the night before. So one minute, we're hitting it off great and watching a movie on TV, only to have her staring at some chick taking a money shot to the face the next minute.

Needless to say, I was horrified with embarrassment. And I did what any 21 year old guy would do: blamed it on my buddies who I said were over there the night before watching it while I was studying. She left shortly after that and it was the last time we went out.

if she cant appreciate the humor iin that your better off with out her.

No kidding.

My wife comes home to me watching pr0n all the time. She laughs, I float one, and then I bend her over the couch.

 

[crownjules]

 

[Kev]

Originally posted by: KarenMarie
A blind date set up by mutual friends.

I hear there are really nice places to eat in Memphis, so I make the drive from Nashville.

I get to this guys house and it is really sparsely decorated. I go in and sit on the couch and this guy is watching the Olympics. We sit for 1/2 an hour or so... he doesn't offer me a drink or anything. I ask to use the bathroom. The fridge has pics of a woman and kids magnetted to it. A few minutes later, the phone rings. He takes it in the kitchen, leaving me in the living room to watch the Olympics by myself. I hear him screaming.... fvk you!!! You left, you are getting nothing!!! Bring my kids back, you b!tch!! Slams the phone down, comes back to the living room and sits on the couch like nothing happened.

I drove a LONG way and am starving, so.... Finally I am like... uh, are we going for dinner? He is disappointed that we don't get to watch more teevee. He insists we take his car. Fine. He drives like 10 miles an hour and the whole time he is looking in the rear view mirror. I did not realize until later that he was looking at himself in it.

We get to the restaurant. He parks four blocks away, on a side street, so he doesnt have to spend the $5.00 parking. I wait for him to open the door, but he does not at first. So, I wait another few seconds. Finally, he opens the door and walks thru it himself. I roll my eyes. He is not paying attention. We sit, I look at the menu. the waitress comes and he immediately order for both of us. Well, he ordered one pizza and tells the waitress we are gonna split it. The pizza arrives and I cannot even identify half the stuff on it, so end up scraping it all off and eating crust and sauce.

the whole time... this guy is talking about how fit he is, how much he runs, how much he loves his hair, how often woman turn their heads to look at him when he walks by. Understand, this is a skinny little guy who might be fit from running ... but he is still a skinny little short guy! I lost count of how many time I looked at my watch during dinner.

Finally the check arrives. The waitress puts it on the table in front of him. He does not make any attempt to pay it... doesnt even lift it to look at it. So, after another 10 minutes or so, the waitress starts clearing the table in a hint that it is Saturday night, and she needs to turn the table to make some money. I can stand it no more and reach for it myself. He says nothing. I take out my wallet and he says.... "Oh, would you like to split that? I will pay my half" I almost choked right at the table. I said I would pay, he could just leave the tip... I told him the check was $25.00. He took out TWO one dollar bills to leave on the table and got up to leave. I made sure he watched me take out another $5.00 to add to it.

We leave, again he opens the door and walks thru it... I have to put my hand out to stop it from hitting me.

We get to the car. I stand at it an wait for him to open it. He clicks the remote and opens HIS door. I wait. He gets in and shouts... "It's open" I shout back, "It may be unlocked, but it certainly isn't open!" .... nothing... so I get in and slam the door. He starts the engine but it is another two minutes while he adjust the mirror, fluffs his Roger Daltrey hair and then pulls out. There is silence all the way back and I can only think of my long drive home.

We get to his house, I get my keys out and head for my car. He says "you are not coming in?" I say... really sarcastically... "No, I don't think so". He says... "You mean it is Saturday night and I am gonna spend the night alone?" I mumble something about a whore house and a fitful of hundreds and take off.

On the long drive home, I call my friend who set this up and b!tch her out.

For almost two weeks this guy kept calling me and emailing me wanting to know why I left so early and if I would go out with him again. When finally told him that I thought he was an ill mannered dick, he was surprised. He spent another week emailing me, trying to convince me that I was wrong.


Hahaha!!!

That sounds pretty awful, however I disagree with you about the whole car door opening thing. That's overboard IMO.

 

[Stuxnet]

Originally posted by: Kev

Originally posted by: KarenMarie
A blind date set up by mutual friends.

I hear there are really nice places to eat in Memphis, so I make the drive from Nashville.

I get to this guys house and it is really sparsely decorated. I go in and sit on the couch and this guy is watching the Olympics. We sit for 1/2 an hour or so... he doesn't offer me a drink or anything. I ask to use the bathroom. The fridge has pics of a woman and kids magnetted to it. A few minutes later, the phone rings. He takes it in the kitchen, leaving me in the living room to watch the Olympics by myself. I hear him screaming.... fvk you!!! You left, you are getting nothing!!! Bring my kids back, you b!tch!! Slams the phone down, comes back to the living room and sits on the couch like nothing happened.

I drove a LONG way and am starving, so.... Finally I am like... uh, are we going for dinner? He is disappointed that we don't get to watch more teevee. He insists we take his car. Fine. He drives like 10 miles an hour and the whole time he is looking in the rear view mirror. I did not realize until later that he was looking at himself in it.

We get to the restaurant. He parks four blocks away, on a side street, so he doesnt have to spend the $5.00 parking. I wait for him to open the door, but he does not at first. So, I wait another few seconds. Finally, he opens the door and walks thru it himself. I roll my eyes. He is not paying attention. We sit, I look at the menu. the waitress comes and he immediately order for both of us. Well, he ordered one pizza and tells the waitress we are gonna split it. The pizza arrives and I cannot even identify half the stuff on it, so end up scraping it all off and eating crust and sauce.

the whole time... this guy is talking about how fit he is, how much he runs, how much he loves his hair, how often woman turn their heads to look at him when he walks by. Understand, this is a skinny little guy who might be fit from running ... but he is still a skinny little short guy! I lost count of how many time I looked at my watch during dinner.

Finally the check arrives. The waitress puts it on the table in front of him. He does not make any attempt to pay it... doesnt even lift it to look at it. So, after another 10 minutes or so, the waitress starts clearing the table in a hint that it is Saturday night, and she needs to turn the table to make some money. I can stand it no more and reach for it myself. He says nothing. I take out my wallet and he says.... "Oh, would you like to split that? I will pay my half" I almost choked right at the table. I said I would pay, he could just leave the tip... I told him the check was $25.00. He took out TWO one dollar bills to leave on the table and got up to leave. I made sure he watched me take out another $5.00 to add to it.

We leave, again he opens the door and walks thru it... I have to put my hand out to stop it from hitting me.

We get to the car. I stand at it an wait for him to open it. He clicks the remote and opens HIS door. I wait. He gets in and shouts... "It's open" I shout back, "It may be unlocked, but it certainly isn't open!" .... nothing... so I get in and slam the door. He starts the engine but it is another two minutes while he adjust the mirror, fluffs his Roger Daltrey hair and then pulls out. There is silence all the way back and I can only think of my long drive home.

We get to his house, I get my keys out and head for my car. He says "you are not coming in?" I say... really sarcastically... "No, I don't think so". He says... "You mean it is Saturday night and I am gonna spend the night alone?" I mumble something about a whore house and a fitful of hundreds and take off.

On the long drive home, I call my friend who set this up and b!tch her out.

For almost two weeks this guy kept calling me and emailing me wanting to know why I left so early and if I would go out with him again. When finally told him that I thought he was an ill mannered dick, he was surprised. He spent another week emailing me, trying to convince me that I was wrong.


Hahaha!!!

That sounds pretty awful, however I disagree with you about the whole car door opening thing. That's overboard IMO.

True, but to each his/her own. I'm a fairly traditional guy. While I don't always remember to do it, I like to hold the door open for my wife, let her go in first, pull the chair out, etc. Some women take offense to it - and I can understand why - but for a traditional guy like me, it's just one more way of saying "I respect you and intend to treat you like a queen".

 

[mcveigh]

mine wasn't so bad, I picked this girl up (she later turned out to be crazy) and as we go back to my car the battery dies, it wasn't a piece of crap or anything and I took care of it, I was embarrassed, finally we get the car started and goto the movies.

I was thinking maybe the battery thing was a fluke, and it had charged up enough on the drive. We get out of the movies and now it's totally dead, 11pm I got some weird guy to give me a jump but I felt like some A-hole who couldn't keep his car fixed.


My mom dated a guy who was a FL state trooper, he thought it was funny to tell her all the "funny" names they called black people during a lot of the racial tension in the 60's and 70's
I really think he was a clan member.

 

[KarenMarie]

Originally posted by: Kev

That sounds pretty awful, however I disagree with you about the whole car door opening thing. That's overboard IMO.[/quote]

I am a bit older and come from a different generation.

Respectful men open doors, light cigs and watch their language around females.

 

[Nutdotnet]

Originally posted by: KarenMarie

Originally posted by: Kev

That sounds pretty awful, however I disagree with you about the whole car door opening thing. That's overboard IMO.

I am a bit older and come from a different generation.

Respectful men open doors, light cigs and watch their language around females.
[/quote]

No, your generation has nothing to do with it. That's just simple common stuff that should be done. I've been labeled an asshole by many a woman but I will always open doors, light a smoke, and what-not.

 

[MmmSkyscraper]

Originally posted by: Rudy Toody
"I thought you were dead," she says. "I walked home."

"Didn't you check my pulse to see if I was still alive?"

"Are you kidding? I don't touch dead people!"

Wow, she's a keeper!

 

[mwmorph]

Originally posted by: KarenMarie

Originally posted by: Kev

That sounds pretty awful, however I disagree with you about the whole car door opening thing. That's overboard IMO.

I am a bit older and come from a different generation.

Respectful men open doors, light cigs and watch their language around females.
[/quote]

We still open doors and watch our language around females. Dont think i've ebver dated a woman that smokes though.

 

[Scarpozzi]

O?

 

[Kirby]

I took a girl out to dinner once and on the way back my impellar in my water pump kicked the bucket so my dad had to pick us up. Thats about the worst for me.

 

[ggnl]

So I met a girl that worked at the gym I frequent. It started with small talk and eventually lead up to me asking her out one Friday night. We made arrangements to meet up at a local night spot with some mutual acquaintances. It was all very casual, so I didn't think much of it when she never showed up.

Anyways, to make a long story short, she was killed by a drunk driver that night on her way home from work. I didn't find out until a couple days later.

 

[KarenMarie]

Originally posted by: ggnl
So I met a girl that worked at the gym I frequent. It started with small talk and eventually lead up to me asking her out one Friday night. We made arrangements to meet up at a local night spot with some mutual acquaintances. It was all very casual, so I didn't think much of it when she never showed up.

Anyways, to make a long story short, she was killed by a drunk driver that night on her way home from work. I didn't find out until a couple days later.

that is the worst non date... ever

 

[buck]

Originally posted by: KarenMarie

Originally posted by: Kev

That sounds pretty awful, however I disagree with you about the whole car door opening thing. That's overboard IMO.

I am a bit older and come from a different generation.

Respectful men open doors, light cigs and watch their language around females.
[/quote]

:thumbsup:

 

[MisterJackson]

Originally posted by: ggnl
So I met a girl that worked at the gym I frequent. It started with small talk and eventually lead up to me asking her out one Friday night. We made arrangements to meet up at a local night spot with some mutual acquaintances. It was all very casual, so I didn't think much of it when she never showed up.

Anyways, to make a long story short, she was killed by a drunk driver that night on her way home from work. I didn't find out until a couple days later.

Dude, that had to fvck you up a bit. I'm sorry.

 

[Kwaipie]

My worst date: I went to a New Year's Eve party at the Sheraton in Charleston, S.C. some years ago. Hooked up with a do-able unattached female and after the party, I invited her back to my room in the hotel. Since I was staying in the hotel where the party was, I got pretty plastered, as did she. We get to the room and kiss a bit, I got her undressed and on the bed when she proceeds to passout (for the night)
Wonderful.
Well, I figure, that's okay, I'll just tap it in the morning.
So, I went to the door to put out the do not disturb sign, opened the door a crack, slid the placard out and attached it to the door, only to watch it fumble away and flutter out into the hallway. So, here's the brilliant part of my plan, I looked out into the hall, it was devoid of drunkards, decided to step out, grab the thing only to have the, much too heavy, door slam shut behind me.
Now I am in the hallway buck naked holding a do not disturb sign. I started pounding on the door trying to wake my proposed semen receptacle from her alcohol induced coma. This was pointless. I dashed to the end of the hall to the stairwell and sat and waited. About 45 mins later, a very very large man and his woman walk down, I opened the door to the stairs slightly, stuck my head out and requested he come over. Of course, he immediately notices my predicament, I asked him to get me a towel from his room and to request the receptionist to bring me a replacement key. 10 minutes later, I was in my room, cold sober.

We ended up dating for about 3 months until I deployed to the middle east.

My worst date.

 

[Xstatic1]

these stories are funny as hell!!! keep 'em coming everyone.

 

[Rudy Toody]

This date is not the worst, only the weirdest.

I'm at club, buy a girl a drink. We leave the club, go to a Denny's, then I take her home.

At her front door, she tugs my sleeve and says, "Come on in. I want you to meet my mother."

She takes an urn off a shelf in the living room, removes the top, tilts it so I can see the ashes.

"Mother. Meet Rudy. Rudy, this is my mother."

"Hi, Mom."

She leaves the room, comes back with a towel which she drapes over the urn.

"I don't want Mother seeing what we're doing."

I don't know if Mom could see anything or not, but we did a lot ot things that night.

 

[Zaitsevs]

Originally posted by: Rudy Toody
This date is not the worst, only the weirdest.

I'm at club, buy a girl a drink. We leave the club, go to a Denny's, then I take her home.

At her front door, she tugs my sleeve and says, "Come on in. I want you to meet my mother."

She takes an urn off a shelf in the living room, removes the top, tilts it so I can see the ashes.

"Mother. Meet Rudy. Rudy, this is my mother."

"Hi, Mom."

She leaves the room, comes back with a towel which she drapes over the urn.

"I don't wan't Mother seeing what we're doing."

I don't know if Mom could see anything or not, but we did a lot ot things that night.

hahah.

 

[rgwalt]

My worst date... Well, after a morning of tailgating and watching a football game, my GF and I went back to her place. We are watching a movie and fooling around when I start to feel not quite right. I cut a SBD, and she pauses to ask if I'm feeling OK. At this point I know something is definitely not right in my gut and I have to excuse myself to the bathroom. After about 15 minutes of purging from both ends, I'm shot.

But wait, it gets worse... About the time I get to be OK, she starts to feel not so good, and she is affected in the same way. At the end of the night we are both horribly embarrased, but end up having a good laugh about it and conclude that we were poisoned by something we ate at the tailgate. I probably should have just left when my stomach started to rumble, but I probably would have dropped some fruit in my looms if I hadn't stuck around.

We are still together though... You just have to remember that everyone is human and everyone gets sick sometimes. We have since been through far more disgusting, revolting, and vile moments.

R

 

[rgwalt]

Originally posted by: Kwaipie
My worst date: I went to a New Year's Eve party at the Sheraton in Charleston, S.C. some years ago. Hooked up with a do-able unattached female and after the party, I invited her back to my room in the hotel. Since I was staying in the hotel where the party was, I got pretty plastered, as did she. We get to the room and kiss a bit, I got her undressed and on the bed when she proceeds to passout (for the night)
Wonderful.
Well, I figure, that's okay, I'll just tap it in the morning.
So, I went to the door to put out the do not disturb sign, opened the door a crack, slid the placard out and attached it to the door, only to watch it fumble away and flutter out into the hallway. So, here's the brilliant part of my plan, I looked out into the hall, it was devoid of drunkards, decided to step out, grab the thing only to have the, much too heavy, door slam shut behind me.
Now I am in the hallway buck naked holding a do not disturb sign. I started pounding on the door trying to wake my proposed semen receptacle from her alcohol induced coma. This was pointless. I dashed to the end of the hall to the stairwell and sat and waited. About 45 mins later, a very very large man and his woman walk down, I opened the door to the stairs slightly, stuck my head out and requested he come over. Of course, he immediately notices my predicament, I asked him to get me a towel from his room and to request the receptionist to bring me a replacement key. 10 minutes later, I was in my room, cold sober.

We ended up dating for about 3 months until I deployed to the middle east.

My worst date.

That would really, REALLY suck. I make it a policy never to open that hotel door, no matter what, without at least a pair of boxers on.

R

 

[zebano]

My worst "date" was sophmore year of high school. A girl I liked and a bunch of our friends all agreed to meet up at a local resturaunt before homecoming. She was a very progressive girl and I had never seen her wear any makeup (/bad excuse). I ended up walking right past her without seeing her. Things went poorly after that.

 

[Rudy Toody]

I've got to pass this on. I just heard a worst date story from a lady who works in my building.

She and her bf lived far apart and would meet in the big city for their dates.

One Saturday night, her bf says he borrowed a friends keys and would she like to try it on a waterbed.

He leaves in the middle of the night, but she decides to stay to get more sleep.

Later that morning, she wakes up to discover that she was in a waterbed showroom and outside the large plate glass window she was being watched by a crowd of Sunday shoppers.

 

[yankeesfan]

Originally posted by: Rudy Toody
I've got to pass this on. I just heard a worst date story from a lady who works in my building.

She and her bf lived far apart and would meet in the big city for their dates.

One Saturday night, her bf says he borrowed a friends keys and would she like to try it on a waterbed.

He leaves in the middle of the night, but she decides to stay to get more sleep.

Later that morning, she wakes up to discover that she was in a waterbed showroom and outside the large plate glass window she was being watched by a crowd of Sunday shoppers.

shens