My Worst Date
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Cinco de May-Oh No...
Rewind to Sophomore year of college. I was goo-goo eyed in love with a junior music major named...well, for his sake...let's just call him Joe. We had been dating for about six months before he took me out on #MyWorstDate ever.
Deia De MarcoPublished 6 years ago in HumansTattoo Parlors and Vomit on the Second Date
Okay, so this was for sure #MyWorstDate experience ever. It happened when I was about 17 years old. This older guy from school and I had been friends for a while, but after months of flirting in class, we finally decided it was time to admit that we liked each other and do something about it. So, that was the beginning. Upon this admittance of our feelings for each other, we decided we should go on an actual date. Our first date was fun, filled with tacos, laughter, and a great performance of A Chorus Line that a mutual friend from school was starring in. The evening was a success. We thought, "Hmm, tonight was a lot of fun. We should do this again!" For our second date, however, we decided to spice things up by making it a double date with two of our mutual friends who had been dating for basically forever. So, we settled to attend this date, and then began the night of my woes...
Laurie O'DanielPublished 6 years ago in HumansMy Worst Date
High school, 2007. Let me start with a little context. I was queen of the nerds throughout my four years of public charter high school. Which meant that, while I enjoyed the relationships I did have, most of my dates weren't exactly chiseled out of marble, and when you're a pubescent teenager coming to terms with sexuality, there are the occasional fantasies of "the hot boy/girlfriend."
Ruthie HansonPublished 6 years ago in HumansI Went on a Date with a Man That Had an English Accent.
#MyWorstDate I should’ve known it was destined for disaster, but he worked for a top-notch music producer, so I agreed to go on a date with him. I guess I can’t really say I regret it, because otherwise I wouldn’t have this story to tell.
Barbara SpoorPublished 6 years ago in HumansFirst Is the Worst
Though I am unsure which to feel worse about, #MyWorstDate was also my first date. The only silver lining is that I was able to get both out of the way in one mortifying evening. Many of the finer details are fuzzy, blurred by years of attempts at repression. However, the main points are still very clear.
Jeffery PaulPublished 6 years ago in HumansA Grander View #MyWorstDate
Gold bottles with ace of spades logos sat cozy in buckets of ice on the table. A posh restaurant in Newark, Delaware allowed for the Lady and the Gentleman to enjoy a meal together for the second time. The Lady, redbone with curly blonde hair, wore a plain black dress. The Gentleman, dark-skinned, sported diamond cufflinks and a navy silk suit and tie. From a distance, it would appear as if the couple exchanged sweet nothings and words of affection. This vision veered from what actually occurred.
Skyler SaundersPublished 6 years ago in HumansA Date With the Cops
The depths of online dating. Like every other lesson in life, you learn it the hard way. Back when I was in Indiana, I had gone steady with a guy for a little over two years. When I took an internship in Cleveland, Georgia, aka the middle of nowhere, I worked at a zoo called The North Georgia Zoo and Paradise Farms. It's not quite on the popularity map and any time I mentioned I worked at a Zoo, everyone got excited because they thought I was talking about Atlanta. Long story short, the place had around 1,000 living things there, if you counted the possums and deer. Besides the little zoo, hundreds of mining shops, and Walmart, there wasn't much to offer. The mountain view was amazing though, and it almost felt worthwhile driving through fog every night during my evening trips.
Boyfriend Leaves 13-Year-Old Brother at Chinese Restaurant
#MyWorstDate was really embarrassing at the time, but now that I look back on it, I can't help but laugh. Here's how it all started...
Cassie LeighPublished 6 years ago in HumansWhy I Couldn't Listen to Tracy Chapman for Years
#MyWorstDate I met her at an open mic, at the Red Light Cafe, which was virtually my living room. I spent practically all of my time there, either playing my guitar, or listening to others play music. Her name was Jennifer. I had just played my set, which happened to include a song I had written, called "Jennifer." I had written it a few years ago, while living in Winter Park, Florida, attending audio engineering school. I would call prospective students and talk to them about the program. One night, I called a girl named Jennifer, and soon we were engaging in a hours of conversations. So I wrote her a love song, which I played several years later, at an open mic in Atlanta, where another Jennifer (this Jennifer) heard it... and was quite taken by it, and by me. We started dating. I soon learned that she suffered from clinical depression. And this played a big part in the worst date ever, which left me not able to listen to Tracy Chapman, for years.We showed up at a concert in Atlanta—Charlie Hunter Quartet with Tracy Chapman opening. They were supposed to have comp tickets at the door for her, but when we got to the window, they didn't have her name or any record of this. She burst into tears. That started things on a downward spiral. I actually bought two tickets for twenty bucks from someone in the parking lot. She refused to go to the show and began walking off into the hood, into one of the worst parts of town in Atlanta. Being concerned for her safety, I followed her. This she did not like at all, and she let me know as much. Then, as if things couldn't have gotten any worse, it began to rain. I could hear Tracy Chapman singing from a distance, from the concert we should have been at. It began to get dark. Still, I followed her at a distance, as she just blindly walked off in no particular direction. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, we made it back to where the buses were as the concert ended. I rode with her all the way back to Decatur, and even made sure she made it safely home. As we passed Eddie's Attic, she ripped some flowers from pots and threw them at me, not to mention all the lovely verbal comments being directed at me throughout the evening.
Victor JohnsonPublished 6 years ago in HumansMother Trucker
#MyWorstDate I’ve never known how to play house. I don’t know how to be the girl that you bring home to Mom. Luckily, Avery didn’t bring me home to meet his mother, his mother met us at a bar. If I had known, I wouldn’t have drank a 40 in the car in the parking lot of Flint Woods. Flint Woods, where I used to run cross country workouts. It looked so different in the dark from the windows of Avery’s car, like something from a horror flick. I found myself listening intently for the scraping of hook handed men against the car door. I heard nothing but the trap music radiating from Avery’s speakers. Avery threw his can out the window. I wondered which runner would end up with it stuck to the bottom of their Mizuno sneakers come tomorrow afternoon.
Aliza DubePublished 6 years ago in HumansThe Worst Date I've Ever Been On
I've been on a lot of bad dates. I've had guys ditch me mid-date because of my waist size, I had one date who erupted into a ball of rage at random, and yes, I've also had one date who thought it was appropriate to show up four hours late and drunk.
Sasha KonikovoPublished 6 years ago in HumansA Prom Story
Everyone knows that the pinnacle of the high school experience usually revolves around prom. Apparently, people put so much effort and thought into it in order to make it just like the movies. I don't think that many people realize that the movies are just a very fictional version of reality. Prom isn't this big party where everyone drinks and has fun dancing the night away. However, it is a giant overrated dance where people spend way too much money, more than they should. Some people, like me, never would have thought about even going to prom. But I did. Twice.
Katie DrummondPublished 6 years ago in Humans