Oh lawd. I have too many bad date stories. I just remembered another one.. i was working at this little local coffee shop at the time and this cute teacher from the local middle school was a patron. (If you've ever seen the series Limitless on Netflix, he is a spitting image of Brian Finch) anyway, he was always asking me out and I was hesitant because I didn't want things to go south and have it be awkward to serve him after that. Finally I caved and we went to dinner. Things were going well... I ordered a super cheap dinner and a margarita. The check comes and the conversation continues.. I'm waiting for him to reach for his wallet but he never does. So I begin to nervously fumble around for mine and he's like, "so, I don't know if you have cash? But we can ask her to split the check." "Oh ya! That's totally cool!"
He suggestswe go to a movie after. Sure, I say. I stand in line behind him waiting to hear if he orders 1 or 2 tickets. Nope, just one. The woman behind the counter gave me such a pitiful look as I asked for one more ticket.
He invited me up to meet his cat after the date and then I cried all the way home because I didn't understand what had just happened. he relentlessly asked me out after that and I settled for a few afternoon coffee meetups, but finally he messaged me on fbook one day to ask me if we had a future. I laid it all out. I said I'm totally ok with going Dutch, I work, I'm independent, I get it. But the impression he gave me leading up to the date was that he really wanted to take me out.. Chivalry goes a long way in my book and I was just overall put off and confused. He said he just does that on dates just in case a girl is a "gold digger". I got pretty defensive because I certainly do not put off the gold digger vibe while serving his super special snowflake mocha latte in my milk-stained apron.
Freshman year of college I got set up on a blind date by a friend and agreed to go on a double date with her and her boyfriend. This guy was very nice and we chatted a lot on AIM (oh yeah, lol) before we went out. He spent a lot of time describing his horrific leg injury from a four-wheeler accident, but I didn't think too much of it (Just to preface so I don't sound like a jerk: this guy was not disabled in any way and that held no bearing for my dislike).
So the time comes for date night and the guy shows up. I'm not going to describe him more than to say he looked like a cartoon character and was carrying rainbow dyed carnations when he picked me up from my dorm. It was definitely one of those date set ups where you want to ask your friend, "this is what you think I'd be into?"
I get in the car with this guy, my friend and her boyfriend are heavily making out in the back seat. This guy is already trying to pull up his pant leg and show me his four wheeler wound while I'm begging him to stop. He then starts doing this thing where he pushes the car seat all the way to the back and yells "backseat!" and jerks it all the way back up to the front, "now I'm back up front with you!" while laughing maniacally. He does this multiple times on this date. I am already trying to figure out how to get out of this nightmare but I'm trapped in the car with the people sucking face in the back and this guy up front.
Now we're riding down the road and we're on flat tire number one. Instead of changing the tire the boys bust out a can of "fix a flat" and pump it back up. We head to the movie theater. At the movie theater my "friend" just keeps making out with her boyfriend while I desperately fend off the affections of the guy I've just met who apparently thinks we should make out too. I cannot figure out how to get out of this date - I can't fake needing to go to the hospital, would anyone believe me if I said my roommate was bleeding out? Dorm's on fire? I'm on fire?
Movie's over, lets go to Zaxby's for chicken fingers and a gas station for more fix a flat because we're on flat tire number two. At Zaxby's I spend the meal glaring at my friend while bozo continues to talk about his horrific injury and succeeds in finally showing it to me (we're eating) by pulling back the bandage and everything.
Now we're taking my friend home and we've got another flat. Awesome. Spray on fix a flat pump it back up. She lives at home with her parents and doesn't want her dad to know she's on a double date. What does this mean? Well bozo and I have to stand alone in the dark in an abandoned warehouse parking lot while her boyfriend takes the car to bring her home. So yes, I'm standing in a dark parking lot alone with a man I have never met before today again resisting his attempts to kiss me while I wait an indefinite amount of time for friend's boyfriend to return with the car so I can go home. It took longer than thirty minutes for this guy to come back for us and then us make the perilous (still flatten tired) journey back to the safety of my dorm. I have never been so relieved to be home in my life.
Needless to say there wasn't a second date and my friendship with her fizzled out eventually as well.
My first "love of my life" boyfriend, who I dated right after graduating college, broke up with me by email. The email was a poem. For years afterwards (after he dated someone else), he wanted to get back together with me and actually proposed marriage several times but by that time I was dating my now-husband so I always declined. Since then, he's become pretty famous - don't feel comfortable describing how, because it would give his identity away - and has a super gorgeous (younger) girlfriend. Pretty crazy to think about what might have been, but he'll always be "the guy who broke up with me in a poem email"
My first "love of my life" boyfriend, who I dated right after graduating college, broke up with me by email. The email was a poem. For years afterwards (after he dated someone else), he wanted to get back together with me and actually proposed marriage several times but by that time I was dating my now-husband so I always declined. Since then, he's become pretty famous - don't feel comfortable describing how, because it would give his identity away - and has a super gorgeous (younger) girlfriend. Pretty crazy to think about what might have been, but he'll always be "the guy who broke up with me in a poem email"
@jenlynne0624 well, he's probably only considered famous in one very isolated community, but sometimes that community gets recognized in the media. It's not that interesting, I swear! But he does have lots more $$$ now! haha
@Jenlynne0624 - I'm pretty sure that @ea301 is describing Justin Bieber. "he's probably only considered famous in one very isolated community" - Uh Beliebers anyone?
So I have another bad date story - I have a lot of them haha. I had a friend decide to set me up with a guy she had gone to college with and still kept in touch with. She said he was really nice and had a good job. She connected us on AIM (haha @caseyewhitaker) so we could set up a date. He did send a picture, and he was really cute. So I was excited.
He REALLY wanted to pick me up from my house, which I didn't do for first dates. We had sort of a mini argument on the phone about how I wanted to meet him at the restaurant. He started to pull a weird hissy fit about how I "wasn't serious" about the date and that I was "just using [him] for a meal". I was close to calling it all off there, but he calmed down. And my friend HAD vouched for him.
So we meet at the restaurant, and dude has gained a good 80+ lbs since the photo he sent. He looked undeniably similar to Fred Flintstone. I just remember a huge head that seemed to connect sans neck to his shoulders. He asked no questions during the date, but went on and on about himself. He seemed to be trying to impress me with weird preppy stories of his yacht-sailing skills and how high-stakes his job was. Since I felt no connection, at the end of the date I tried to insist on splitting the check (like almost had another mini-argument on it). He ended up forcing it, so whatever.
He called a couple of days later to ask me out again, and I gave him the 'you're so great, but I didn't feel any chemistry' line. And he WENT OFF on me. How he KNEW I was just trying to use him for a free meal (totally ignore how I fought him for the check). I ended up just hanging up on him and advising my friend not to recommend him for any future dates. Even if I had been 'in it for a free meal', it wouldn't have been worth the terrible company.
@LinziLoo09 good call about insisting to drive yourself. My experience led to that being a non-negotiable policy from that point forward. Never get trapped where you can't leave if you desperately want to.
I was too awkward about dating to go on many dates. Like before DH... maybe like 3. However, had I not been, I feel like I would have totally gone on dates for free meals. (I was very very broke for a while there). FFFC?
I feel like my dating life hasn't been that exciting, I would usually date someone for 1-2 years and then just feel like the relationship had run its course, and the guy would usually feel the same. Very amicable. I'm on good terms with most of my ex's. Most interesting dating story is FI and I; we met on Valentine's Day at work and really hit it off and then just never talked again until like July? He had just moved into a new apartment and asked me to come over and it was great. About two weeks later we made it official, then in October we found out we were pregnant with our first baby, moved in together, and had a miscarriage all before November. Got engaged the next Valentine's Day, we count V Day as a special anniversary for us because neither of us can remember when we started dating, lol. Got our second BFP at the end of March. Very much a whirlwind romance but both of us have always said that we "just knew."
I have several of these. Unfortunately it's usually me that's been the asshole.
My biggest one was I was going out with this guy for about a month. I was in my early 20's and was heavy into the going out/bar scene. I met this guy over at his house and left my car there. We rode together for dinner and drinks after. Everything was going well until I saw my cousin out a bar we were at. Apparently I left the guy I was with and went and hung out with my cousin and her friends.
The next morning I wake up to a bunch of texts from this guy about what a shitty person I was (he was right). But it turns out that he had my car towed from his house because I had left it there that night and he wouldn't tell me what towing company he called. I found this out after I was dropped off at his house to pick up my car. Definitely most awkward walk/day of shame ever.
Oh, I've got a good one about DH and me you'll like. DH dated my friend before he dated me. We always say we met twice because of this. Anyways, the second time I met him was through another friend (guy) and DH's sister (they were dating at the time). I was using them as Guinea pigs because I decided I could cook and they wanted free food (win/win, I am now a very good cook, and they got free food). One night DH came with them (which was awkward because his ex was now my roommate) and after my roommate got over the initial shock she said she was cool with him being there. So DH became a regular for Wednesday night dinners/game nights. I think it was the 3rd time he came over, DH, his sister, her boyfriend and I played the Game of Life. SIL and her boyfriend were married in the game, so naturally DH and I were married. I don't flirt, it's not who I am, but MAN was I flirting with him! As my SIL describes it to this day, sparks were FLYING around us. One thing was he had 2 boys and he wasn't naming them so I teased they needed to have names so he said "Ethan Allen!" (to this day he is adamant about naming one of our sons Ethan Allen. I've agreed with Ethan, but not Ethan Allen) I remember lying in bed that night thinking OMG, who WAS that girl flirting so shamelessly with this guy you haven't known very long!? Apparently DH was having similar thoughts, only he had a crush on me from the first time we met (while he was dating my roommate) and he was having a crisis of faith of "Do I date my ex's friend?". 2 and a half weeks after that night I got sick of waiting and made the first move and kissed him when he was leaving my dorm. He asked me if that made it official and I said you betcha! That was 10 years ago this December.
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My favorite date story (I have no good breakups unless you want the dramatic saga of leaving my first husband.) was this guy I met on the Whisper app (random, I know, but my divorce wasn't final yet and I didn't want my face all over Tinder or POF or Match). We chatted for a bit over text and he asked me out on a date. He seemed nice, ran his own business and worked for the government, seemed to have it together. During our text convos I asked him what 3 laws he would change if he could, then he asked me the same thing back. One of mine was to legalize marijuana. He got really excited and interpreted that to mean I'm a pot head, apparently.
He shows up to our date in a very busy area in D.C. REEKING of pot. Tells me he brought us some "treats" and shoves a grocery bag in my purse. The bag also reeked of pot. In my brain I'm going "OMG. I work in a federal building. I carry this bag every day. I cannot have it smelling like pot!" He'd brought us pot cupcakes. Even the frosting was infused with pot.
He takes me to this bar where he knows the bartender and we get discounted drinks. I tell him I'm hungry so we stop at a quick place to eat. He knows the guy behind the register, so I get a discount on my food (yeah, he didn't eat and I paid for my own food). While there he decides to eat one of his cupcakes. Pressures me a little and I'm thinking "oh, wtf ever. I smoked in college and did edibles once." Immediately after eating it I remembered WHY I only did edibles once. HOLY PARANOIA.
He then proceeds to take me to a club. When we get there, he tells me to "wait here" on a damn street corner while he goes to chat with his buddy working as a bouncer. We eventually get inside and the paranoia completely takes over. I am the only white person in the room, high out of my mind, and it feels like everyone is staring at me. Add the fact that the 2 cupcakes he ate (TWO!) have apparently made him VERY handsy and I JUST WANT TO GO HOME. I tell him this, repeatedly, but he doesn't make any moves to leave.
What felt like hours later we finally left. I don't know why I didn't just go on my own and cab back to my car. THEN he was shocked I didn't want to go home with him/bring him home with me. He awkwardly kissed me goodbye and I bolted as he was trying to convince me to go home with him. I had the most paranoid drive ever back to the suburb where I lived and I had never been so happy get my car into my damn parking space.
Needless to say, I have not gone anywhere near pot since that date and definitely didn't go out with him again!
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i was working at this little local coffee shop at the time and this cute teacher from the local middle school was a patron. (If you've ever seen the series Limitless on Netflix, he is a spitting image of Brian Finch) anyway, he was always asking me out and I was hesitant because I didn't want things to go south and have it be awkward to serve him after that.
Finally I caved and we went to dinner. Things were going well... I ordered a super cheap dinner and a margarita. The check comes and the conversation continues.. I'm waiting for him to reach for his wallet but he never does. So I begin to nervously fumble around for mine and he's like, "so, I don't know if you have cash? But we can ask her to split the check."
"Oh ya! That's totally cool!"
He suggestswe go to a movie after. Sure, I say.
I stand in line behind him waiting to hear if he orders 1 or 2 tickets. Nope, just one. The woman behind the counter gave me such a pitiful look as I asked for one more ticket.
He invited me up to meet his cat after the date and then I cried all the way home because I didn't understand what had just happened.
he relentlessly asked me out after that and I settled for a few afternoon coffee meetups, but finally he messaged me on fbook one day to ask me if we had a future. I laid it all out. I said I'm totally ok with going Dutch, I work, I'm independent, I get it. But the impression he gave me leading up to the date was that he really wanted to take me out.. Chivalry goes a long way in my book and I was just overall put off and confused. He said he just does that on dates just in case a girl is a "gold digger". I got pretty defensive because I certainly do not put off the gold digger vibe while serving his super special snowflake mocha latte in my milk-stained apron.
So the time comes for date night and the guy shows up. I'm not going to describe him more than to say he looked like a cartoon character and was carrying rainbow dyed carnations when he picked me up from my dorm. It was definitely one of those date set ups where you want to ask your friend, "this is what you think I'd be into?"
I get in the car with this guy, my friend and her boyfriend are heavily making out in the back seat. This guy is already trying to pull up his pant leg and show me his four wheeler wound while I'm begging him to stop. He then starts doing this thing where he pushes the car seat all the way to the back and yells "backseat!" and jerks it all the way back up to the front, "now I'm back up front with you!" while laughing maniacally. He does this multiple times on this date. I am already trying to figure out how to get out of this nightmare but I'm trapped in the car with the people sucking face in the back and this guy up front.
Now we're riding down the road and we're on flat tire number one. Instead of changing the tire the boys bust out a can of "fix a flat" and pump it back up. We head to the movie theater. At the movie theater my "friend" just keeps making out with her boyfriend while I desperately fend off the affections of the guy I've just met who apparently thinks we should make out too. I cannot figure out how to get out of this date - I can't fake needing to go to the hospital, would anyone believe me if I said my roommate was bleeding out? Dorm's on fire? I'm on fire?
Movie's over, lets go to Zaxby's for chicken fingers and a gas station for more fix a flat because we're on flat tire number two. At Zaxby's I spend the meal glaring at my friend while bozo continues to talk about his horrific injury and succeeds in finally showing it to me (we're eating) by pulling back the bandage and everything.
Now we're taking my friend home and we've got another flat. Awesome. Spray on fix a flat pump it back up. She lives at home with her parents and doesn't want her dad to know she's on a double date. What does this mean? Well bozo and I have to stand alone in the dark in an abandoned warehouse parking lot while her boyfriend takes the car to bring her home. So yes, I'm standing in a dark parking lot alone with a man I have never met before today again resisting his attempts to kiss me while I wait an indefinite amount of time for friend's boyfriend to return with the car so I can go home. It took longer than thirty minutes for this guy to come back for us and then us make the perilous (still flatten tired) journey back to the safety of my dorm. I have never been so relieved to be home in my life.
Needless to say there wasn't a second date and my friendship with her fizzled out eventually as well.
My first "love of my life" boyfriend, who I dated right after graduating college, broke up with me by email. The email was a poem. For years afterwards (after he dated someone else), he wanted to get back together with me and actually proposed marriage several times but by that time I was dating my now-husband so I always declined. Since then, he's become pretty famous - don't feel comfortable describing how, because it would give his identity away - and has a super gorgeous (younger) girlfriend. Pretty crazy to think about what might have been, but he'll always be "the guy who broke up with me in a poem email"
So I have another bad date story - I have a lot of them haha. I had a friend decide to set me up with a guy she had gone to college with and still kept in touch with. She said he was really nice and had a good job. She connected us on AIM (haha @caseyewhitaker) so we could set up a date. He did send a picture, and he was really cute. So I was excited.
He REALLY wanted to pick me up from my house, which I didn't do for first dates. We had sort of a mini argument on the phone about how I wanted to meet him at the restaurant. He started to pull a weird hissy fit about how I "wasn't serious" about the date and that I was "just using [him] for a meal". I was close to calling it all off there, but he calmed down. And my friend HAD vouched for him.
So we meet at the restaurant, and dude has gained a good 80+ lbs since the photo he sent. He looked undeniably similar to Fred Flintstone. I just remember a huge head that seemed to connect sans neck to his shoulders. He asked no questions during the date, but went on and on about himself. He seemed to be trying to impress me with weird preppy stories of his yacht-sailing skills and how high-stakes his job was. Since I felt no connection, at the end of the date I tried to insist on splitting the check (like almost had another mini-argument on it). He ended up forcing it, so whatever.
He called a couple of days later to ask me out again, and I gave him the 'you're so great, but I didn't feel any chemistry' line. And he WENT OFF on me. How he KNEW I was just trying to use him for a free meal (totally ignore how I fought him for the check). I ended up just hanging up on him and advising my friend not to recommend him for any future dates. Even if I had been 'in it for a free meal', it wouldn't have been worth the terrible company.
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My biggest one was I was going out with this guy for about a month. I was in my early 20's and was heavy into the going out/bar scene. I met this guy over at his house and left my car there. We rode together for dinner and drinks after. Everything was going well until I saw my cousin out a bar we were at. Apparently I left the guy I was with and went and hung out with my cousin and her friends.
The next morning I wake up to a bunch of texts from this guy about what a shitty person I was (he was right). But it turns out that he had my car towed from his house because I had left it there that night and he wouldn't tell me what towing company he called. I found this out after I was dropped off at his house to pick up my car. Definitely most awkward walk/day of shame ever.
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My favorite date story (I have no good breakups unless you want the dramatic saga of leaving my first husband.) was this guy I met on the Whisper app (random, I know, but my divorce wasn't final yet and I didn't want my face all over Tinder or POF or Match). We chatted for a bit over text and he asked me out on a date. He seemed nice, ran his own business and worked for the government, seemed to have it together. During our text convos I asked him what 3 laws he would change if he could, then he asked me the same thing back. One of mine was to legalize marijuana. He got really excited and interpreted that to mean I'm a pot head, apparently.
He shows up to our date in a very busy area in D.C. REEKING of pot. Tells me he brought us some "treats" and shoves a grocery bag in my purse. The bag also reeked of pot. In my brain I'm going "OMG. I work in a federal building. I carry this bag every day. I cannot have it smelling like pot!" He'd brought us pot cupcakes. Even the frosting was infused with pot.
He takes me to this bar where he knows the bartender and we get discounted drinks. I tell him I'm hungry so we stop at a quick place to eat. He knows the guy behind the register, so I get a discount on my food (yeah, he didn't eat and I paid for my own food). While there he decides to eat one of his cupcakes. Pressures me a little and I'm thinking "oh, wtf ever. I smoked in college and did edibles once." Immediately after eating it I remembered WHY I only did edibles once. HOLY PARANOIA.
He then proceeds to take me to a club. When we get there, he tells me to "wait here" on a damn street corner while he goes to chat with his buddy working as a bouncer. We eventually get inside and the paranoia completely takes over. I am the only white person in the room, high out of my mind, and it feels like everyone is staring at me. Add the fact that the 2 cupcakes he ate (TWO!) have apparently made him VERY handsy and I JUST WANT TO GO HOME. I tell him this, repeatedly, but he doesn't make any moves to leave.
What felt like hours later we finally left. I don't know why I didn't just go on my own and cab back to my car. THEN he was shocked I didn't want to go home with him/bring him home with me. He awkwardly kissed me goodbye and I bolted as he was trying to convince me to go home with him. I had the most paranoid drive ever back to the suburb where I lived and I had never been so happy get my car into my damn parking space.
Needless to say, I have not gone anywhere near pot since that date and definitely didn't go out with him again!
*edit - this is somehow the post that I erased and rewrote. But the app deleted it and I'm too lazy to do it again.