What's the worst date you've ever had?

Every single man or woman has one... Some of us have one that's absolutely unbelievable yet sadly true. Read the discussion board for mine and see if you can top it! It's worth reading if you want a good laugh at my expense!

LOL Asked by Angela-N-Jeff 41 months ago Similar questions: worst date Lifestyle > Dating.

I have a couple... But I think this was the worst... Many years ago- The first Jurasic Park had just come out in theatres- I was working as a cocktail waitress at a very nice resort. It was the summer before my junior year of college and I was sharing a condo with a group of friends for the summer. Standing by the bar, waiting for my order to be filled, one night I complained to a coworker that all of my roommates had gone to see Jurasic Park without me- even though they knew I wanted to see it and could not get out of work that night.

The bass player (and by bass I am not talking rock band, but rather the big bass in an old school, big band music type band) for the dinner band was walking by and commented "I want to see that too! We should go! " Taking it as a group invitation, I said "um, sure...".

Let me explain that the musician- I will simply call him "B", was only about three years older than I was, but about three times the size and had very "different" social skills. I did not know him well at the time- we were in VERY different circles, but the next day when he brought it up- and I realized he’d meant just the two of us- I felt obligated and agreed to go to a matinee with him. I suggested a mall that was close enough to be acceptable, but not one anyone I knew ever really went to.

Instead of having him pick me up, I suggested we meet at in the resort property. After meeting up, we walked towards the employee parking lot. He headed toward the back corner of the lot, where only two vehicles were parked.

Assuming the lesser of the two evils that were parked there, I headed towards the old Taurus that was covered in bumper stickers. Needless to say I was wrong... instead, he pointed toward the brown van next to it. With an airbrushed scene of Bambi on the side!

Inside, the van was completely covered in shag carpet and there was a mattress in back! Apparently it was for his base, but needless to say, when I first climbed in I was a little freaked out! Once at the mall- after a very awkward (and uncomfortable) ride, we stopped for pizza.

Apparently it was "let’s go to the mall! " day, as B decided we needed to sit in the front of the pizza place and at least 6 people I knew walked by- including the guy I actually DID like. At the movie, after making a scene of insisting on paying (I wanted to pay my half to make it less of a date) B ended up not having enough with him.

This was northern NH in the early 90’s and the theatre did not take credit or debit cards. I paid the difference and once inside agreed to pay for a soda and/or snack for him. At that point he proceeded to order a large drink, large popcorn and two candies-all the while asking very loudly "is this OK?

Do you want something too? ". Once in the theatre, it was as if we were in jr high.

He spent at least half the movie trying to catch my eye and slowly inching his way closer to me. All the while I was inching away and concentrating very hard on the movie (so hard I honestly barely saw it :-). After the movie, he suggested dinner- this after pizza and piles of movie snacks.

Fortunately I had timed it that I had to work that evening and we embarked on another awkward ride in the Bambimobile. I think it would have all been OK, had B not spent the rest of the summer telling people about our "big date". I was able to avoid another one, but at 21, it was quite a tag to carry all summer.

And no, the guy I had had actually liked- and who had seen me having pizza with B never did ask me out. Of course looking at it now, it’s more funny and probably not as bad I actually remember it, but at the time.... Though I’ll give B credit for teaching me in the future to say "no" dates with men I have no interest in! Sources: personal experience!.

My worse date I had known this guy for quite sometime when out of the blue he asked me out. I readily agreed. He was nice looking and was very open.

I had to drive due to him losing his license for O.U.I. which I really didn't mind doing. We go out to this small club and sipped on soda's and danced to an outstanding band. Later he wanted to take me out to dinner, so off we went.

We got to the restaurant that he had chosen, a bit on the expensive side for my taste. He ordered up a big steak, potato's and the works. He then ordered a large dessert.

After he consumed all of the above the check comes. Yup, you guessed it, I had to pay. He "forgot" his wallet!

I had to put the tab on my credit card and was embarrassed to think that I had been duped! I couldn't get out of there fast enough. We jumped in the car to take him back home and he couldn't stop talking about how great the meal was and how much he enjoyed himself at the club.

He gave me a peck on the cheek when we arrived at his house and said "see you tomorrow night". I called him the next day to set up a time as I had cooled off from the night before. He wasn't home.

After a couple of attempts he finally got on the phone and apologized saying that he had to go to a friend that was in need. The same thing happened the next night and the next. I finally gave up, thinking that probably it was for the best as I had to pay for the entire evening.

A couple of nights passed and my mom's friend came over for coffee and to play cards, she asked me how Chuck and I was doing as a couple! I was kind of shocked. Then she commented on how great he was in bed!

Well, she was old enough to be his mother. I stated that I didn't know how great he was, but surely she knew. I found out through her that his friend in need was an old girlfriend and that they had reunited!

A couple of months passed and I needed to get winter tires on my car. Lo and behold he was working there. He asked me how I was and I stated "better than nothing" and walked away.

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The worst date I have ever had was the date I was born! .

1 About three years ago a mutual friend set me up on a blind date that worked at the same place as my father. Everyone that I'd ever met from this company had seemed like nice people, so I accepted. We were supposed to meet on a Sunday night around six pm for dinner and a movie.

I got ready and waited...About an hour later I received a call from him, telling me he was running late from unspecified reasons. I was understanding and told that would be fine to still meet. After a couple of more calls to postpone the time to meet he asked me to meet him at his friend's driveway to save some time.

This is the first clue I should have taken that this guy wasn't for me. Anyway, I agreed to meet him there. As I pulled up and made our introductions, he asked me if I minded to drive.

I agreed. Then he asked me if I had car insurance. Now I found this a strange question but I just let it go.So off we went.

I hadn't eaten all day and was pretty hungry. By the time we met it was at least 8:30 -- 9 pm. He asked me if I'd mind running him by a friend's (his co-worker's) house for a moment across town.

He said he had something for them, I presumed it was work related. He stayed in their home for at least twenty min's. Then I was asked to do this two more times.

By the third time I was starting to get edgy. I was hungry, it was getting late, and so far, this was NOT a date. After the third run to his friend's homes I really started to wonder what the heck he was doing (that couldn't wait till another time).

But I'm naive and had NO CLUE at that time. Of course by now it's well after 11 pm. We live in a small town and if we would want to still eat we'd have to travel about an hour away.

He suggested that we drive back to his house where he would whip up something quick but nice for the two of us. So off I went -- driving him forty five minutes away to his home. We arrive and enter the living room.

He offers me a mixed drink or a beer but I declined. I was driving afterall, and on an empty stomach I'd be sick from alchohol. He helped himself to a drink while I sat there on the sofa wondering when we were gonna eat.

He went and grabbed a bag of chips and offered me this 'nice meal'. I declined, I don't usually eat junk food. Okay by now I'm really getting ticked off.

I just wanted to go home. I decided that I'd give it about another half hour and then make an excuse to go back to my hometown and drop him off at his vehicle.As I sat there, I watched in awe as he downed eight beers in less than an hour. He started getting very comfortable with me and started telling me some personal information about himself.

Apparantly he was on probation for allegedly molesting a four year old girl. He'd served his time and was released on parole. Okay, now I'm the Mom of thee daughters.

By now I wanted to RUN AS FAST AS I COULD! Of course, according to his story he was innocent -- wrongly accused by this little girl. Yeah, right!

And that's why a jury of his peers sentenced him to ten years in prison. Then when I mentioned that it was time to leave, he goes over to a sofa table (I was assuming to grab his keys) but instead he returns with a glass tube, some brillo and some white stuff in a baggie. I sat there, trying to stay calm but wanting nothing more than to leave while he smoked his little pipe for a few min's.

So then we headed back to his friend's driveway.My girls were with their Dad for the weekend but I told a fib that I needed to get home ASAP because they had school in the morning and it was waaaay too late for me to be out. But he sat in my car, literally begging me to come home with him or vice versa. Nicely I told him that wasn't going to happen.

He started crying, telling me he just couldn't get out of my car because he was too drunk to drive and it was the wee hours of the morning and he didn't want to wake his friends up. I stuck to my guns and insisted that he go.. NOW... I HAD to get home to my kids. By then he had his passenger door ajar.

After some more begging from him, he asked if he could at least kiss me on the cheek before I left. I did NOT want this kiss but allowed it so that he'd get the heck out. Well as he leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek he reached over and grabbed my breast.

I reached over, without any thought, and slapped him hard and gave him a push onto the driveway. I backed out of the driveway and bothered to shut my door properly at the end of the street. Now you'd think that this guy, by now, would realize that I didn't ever want to see him again.

But instead I get a phone call from my Dad and my brother, both of which work with him. They said he was telling everyone at work that he and I were an item now. He called my house every single day for at least a month, leaving me messages that indicated that he really thought that we were a couple and needed to get on with the date.

I never answered his call nor returned it. I haven't seen him since (except a couple of times just passing by on the road). And thank God that I didn't tell him where I lived.

Otherwise I probably would have had to get a restraining order. As you can see, this date sure makes a boring one seem like a good idea! .

About three years ago a mutual friend set me up on a blind date that worked at the same place as my father. Everyone that I'd ever met from this company had seemed like nice people, so I accepted. We were supposed to meet on a Sunday night around six pm for dinner and a movie.

I got ready and waited...About an hour later I received a call from him, telling me he was running late from unspecified reasons. I was understanding and told that would be fine to still meet. After a couple of more calls to postpone the time to meet he asked me to meet him at his friend's driveway to save some time.

This is the first clue I should have taken that this guy wasn't for me. Anyway, I agreed to meet him there. As I pulled up and made our introductions, he asked me if I minded to drive.

I agreed. Then he asked me if I had car insurance. Now I found this a strange question but I just let it go.So off we went.

I hadn't eaten all day and was pretty hungry. By the time we met it was at least 8:30 -- 9 pm. He asked me if I'd mind running him by a friend's (his co-worker's) house for a moment across town.

He said he had something for them, I presumed it was work related. He stayed in their home for at least twenty min's. Then I was asked to do this two more times.

By the third time I was starting to get edgy. I was hungry, it was getting late, and so far, this was NOT a date. After the third run to his friend's homes I really started to wonder what the heck he was doing (that couldn't wait till another time).

But I'm naive and had NO CLUE at that time. Of course by now it's well after 11 pm. We live in a small town and if we would want to still eat we'd have to travel about an hour away.

He suggested that we drive back to his house where he would whip up something quick but nice for the two of us. So off I went -- driving him forty five minutes away to his home. We arrive and enter the living room.

He offers me a mixed drink or a beer but I declined. I was driving afterall, and on an empty stomach I'd be sick from alchohol. He helped himself to a drink while I sat there on the sofa wondering when we were gonna eat.

He went and grabbed a bag of chips and offered me this 'nice meal'. I declined, I don't usually eat junk food. Okay by now I'm really getting ticked off.

I just wanted to go home. I decided that I'd give it about another half hour and then make an excuse to go back to my hometown and drop him off at his vehicle.As I sat there, I watched in awe as he downed eight beers in less than an hour. He started getting very comfortable with me and started telling me some personal information about himself.

Apparantly he was on probation for allegedly molesting a four year old girl. He'd served his time and was released on parole. Okay, now I'm the Mom of thee daughters.

By now I wanted to RUN AS FAST AS I COULD! Of course, according to his story he was innocent -- wrongly accused by this little girl. Yeah, right!

And that's why a jury of his peers sentenced him to ten years in prison. Then when I mentioned that it was time to leave, he goes over to a sofa table (I was assuming to grab his keys) but instead he returns with a glass tube, some brillo and some white stuff in a baggie. I sat there, trying to stay calm but wanting nothing more than to leave while he smoked his little pipe for a few min's.

So then we headed back to his friend's driveway.My girls were with their Dad for the weekend but I told a fib that I needed to get home ASAP because they had school in the morning and it was waaaay too late for me to be out. But he sat in my car, literally begging me to come home with him or vice versa. Nicely I told him that wasn't going to happen.

He started crying, telling me he just couldn't get out of my car because he was too drunk to drive and it was the wee hours of the morning and he didn't want to wake his friends up. I stuck to my guns and insisted that he go.. NOW... I HAD to get home to my kids. By then he had his passenger door ajar.

After some more begging from him, he asked if he could at least kiss me on the cheek before I left. I did NOT want this kiss but allowed it so that he'd get the heck out. Well as he leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek he reached over and grabbed my breast.

I reached over, without any thought, and slapped him hard and gave him a push onto the driveway. I backed out of the driveway and bothered to shut my door properly at the end of the street. Now you'd think that this guy, by now, would realize that I didn't ever want to see him again.

But instead I get a phone call from my Dad and my brother, both of which work with him. They said he was telling everyone at work that he and I were an item now. He called my house every single day for at least a month, leaving me messages that indicated that he really thought that we were a couple and needed to get on with the date.

I never answered his call nor returned it. I haven't seen him since (except a couple of times just passing by on the road). And thank God that I didn't tell him where I lived.

Otherwise I probably would have had to get a restraining order. As you can see, this date sure makes a boring one seem like a good idea!

2 I've had some really bad ones, but after reading this, there is nothing I can say. I'm pretty tolerant and polite under most circumstances, but if I had to do all of that crap, I think that man would be a dead one. R.I.P. Even I can only take so much crap.

I've had some really bad ones, but after reading this, there is nothing I can say. I'm pretty tolerant and polite under most circumstances, but if I had to do all of that crap, I think that man would be a dead one. R.I.P. Even I can only take so much crap.

" "I am trying out Internet dating again. How can I improve the "coffee in a public area" first date?" "What was the worst concert you ever saw and why would you describe it as the worst? " "why won't I get a date?

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I am trying out Internet dating again. How can I improve the "coffee in a public area" first date?

If you dating what do you need 2 look for and how long do you want to date before marriage or do you need 2 stay together.

Not in a relationship way, but trying to find the right 1 to keep dating.

Actually, each and every fight I have ever had has been the worst fight I ever had. I hate having fights.

I am fortunate to have never had a fight. I've only ever had two real deal-breakers with people outside of family; and one of them I really felt the need to hit in the mouth. I'm not an aggressive person...well-liked in fact; but I hate the thought of getting into a fight.

I feel that I would lose it. I surprise myself when someone pushes me over that "line". I get vocal and indignant.It's like, Was that me?

I hate it too because I've always said that there are only two reasons to fight--to defend and to hurt.

With my parents during a post-depression anxiety attack.

Every time I have to talk to me EX. I thought divorce would end that, boy was I wrong.

I hate fighting too. Some people though seem to always want to fight. I like peace.

I should've asked how do you get over the painful emotions of a fight. Lol.

Poof non yet. I like to have one do for a change cos its boring lolssss..hahaha..food fight is the best yum2x:)..come to think of it. Everyday is like a fight for survival!..endless road of obstacles,surprising twist of events,challenges and trials...well its what we call "life" or something like it :).

I don't like fight and any thing like such, they are a turn off for me, I can't really pick any fight I have been in, because I rarely engage in fight.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.