My Worst Date
Maybe it was an unbelievable blind date, or an anonymous hook-up with a twist. Submit your Worst Date stories today! Sponsored by O.school
Crass, Crocs, and Confessions... Oh My!
It seems online dating is the way of the future for humans to meet and hook up these days. Through the help of Match.com and eHarmony, the socially handicapped have a chance at finding that special someone, and hooking up is easier than ever with the advent of phone apps like Tinder. We can connect with each other faster and conduct entire relationships solely over the Internet. So why is dating still so damn hard?
Ashley KentPublished 6 years ago in HumansThe Worst Date
A few years ago, after a long drought, I decided to venture back into the dating world. At the encouragement of friends and family, I joined a popular dating site, hopeful at the promise in finding the potential love of my life. One of my first dates ended up being #MyWorstDate ever.
The Hairdresser Girl: A Date Horror Story
#MyWorstDate It was a cold November evening In the Midwest, the kind of weather that brings out the mufflers and the desperate lovers. I'd just gotten off work but was pretty excited. We had been looking forward to this for several days now. Our first online interaction was on OkCupid and we found through a week of chatting that we shared quite a few common interests. Ergo the anticipation. The place I'd chosen was a quaint Indian restaurant in Omaha that served the best curry I'd had in the Midwest. Not to mention the decor and people set me right at ease making even bad dates quite palatable (not that I expected anything untoward but more on that later). I'd chosen a nice blue sports coat for this date with oxfords, they were kinda my go to kit for a semi-casual evening. Preppie? Yes. But I've always believed that first impressions are important. After all, who would like Mr Rochester or Mr Darcy if not for impeccable clothing and even more impeccable manners? However, my penchant for Victorian customs aside, onto the story. 5 PM was the time we'd chosen to meet and I was there by 5:15. Generally, I try to be early but the traffic was really bad that day. Surprise, surprise she wasn't there. Samantha worked as a hairdresser though, so sometimes she'd get clients at odd hours. I chose to make myself comfortable. Ordered a nice appetizer and got some bread to keep me busy. Unfortunately, she decided to break even the age old principle of 'fashionably late' and showed up at a whopping hour and half after our designated time. "So sorry, had this rich old hag that needed the full treatment, so how are you doing? Lovely to meet you at last." I took in her appearance. Brown chestnut hair, frizzled like crazy, an Iron Maiden t-shirt with a brown jacket, and some ripped jeans. Now, I'm sure that in any other circumstances this would have been appropriate, but evening wear at a nice restaurant, it was not. I, however, endeavored to be non-judgmental (I can hear how judgmental that sounds but we all have our faults).
Abdullah MasoodPublished 6 years ago in Humans#MyWorstDate He Was 'Obsessed' With Mormons
Just to preface this, I've been on a date recently where I ended up in the ER. And the date I'm about to tell you all was worse than going to the ER. Does that make sense?
Mattie WoodsidePublished 6 years ago in Humans#MyWorstDate
My submission for #MyWorstDate isn't so much a date, as it was a hookup gone wrong. I was visiting my friend at her college and staying with her for the weekend. Us and a few other of our friends were going to go out to a few parties for the night and she was going to show us around her school. I knew before I visited, based on the school's reputation, that it was a lot less liberal than the school I attend and much less diverse as well. I didn't realize what a moral dilemma this would end up being for me later. So we get to this party and I'm meeting a bunch of new people and my friend introduces me to this really cute guy. Before you know it, we're talking, then dancing, and then making out. Nothing bad so far. Then he invites me back to his place. A freshman dorm building. So we Uber there and I'm like ehhhhhh okay well I get it I lived in a dorm once too and he says his roommate isn't here so its fine. We get to his dorm and turn on the lights and the first thing I see is a flag on the wall with a giant picture of a rifle on it with something along the lines of "Don't take my guns" written along the top. There was a fridge with a ton of Republican-esque stickers on it, such as "MAGA" and "build that wall" and a bunch of others supporting Trump and the first amendment. Being a passionate liberal, I was instantly turned off to find that his side of the room was the one with the stickers and the flag. But with me being drunk, and him being cute, I decided to overlook my morals, sleep with him, and get out of there. Big mistake.
That's Not Your Brother
When it comes to dating, I feel like the poster child for #aloneonFridaynight. Not only do I live in a small retirement town where the average age is "oh man, everyone's old enough to be my grandfather," but I'm also a lesbian. Typically, finding any sort of romantic connection feels completely impossible. The few times that I have found someone, they were "just looking" or "wanted to experiment." I'm not a science project, thanks.
Faux Real
You meet women from Portland and they’re like, "Dating here is the worst. Everyone is already building a yurt or starting an online vintage store with their 'partner.'” They flash air quotes and roll their eyes. New Yorkers are equally unimpressed: "Dating here sucks the most. There are so many goddamn models, and the only guys who are aggressive enough to talk to you are investment bankers. Ew."
Remy RamirezPublished 6 years ago in HumansI Should’ve Jumped Out of the Vehicle When I Had the Chance!
It was the summer of 2013 and I was sixteen. My friend had invited me to an LGBTQ dance along with a mutual friend of ours. I was beyond nervous that I would see somebody I knew there. But my friends had talked me into going. There was no turning back! We arrived at the dance on time and as we walked in I saw the most beautiful girl (we’ll call her M). She had long curly brown hair with big brown eyes that stared straight into my soul. When she smiled, it was like all of my problems were no longer relevant. We spent the whole night getting to know each other. Then she gave me her number and we texted through out the next week. Plans were made for me to go over to her house and her family would pick me up! I was beyond excited! Well, at least until they arrived...
#MyWorstDate
This is a story about my first date ever, the only date I've had, and the last I will with him. He was my first boyfriend. Not my first love, or my first crush, but my first guy friend.
Chasity SosaPublished 6 years ago in HumansThe Dog That Ended It All
#MyWorstDate The Dog That Ended It All It was the Halloween of 2016 and I was living in my first apartment. I had met this guy on a dating app and he was coming over when he got off of work. Can I tell you how thrilled I was? I hadn’t gone out in months and he was just my type—tall, blond, and had a motorcycle.
And Then His Car Wouldn't Start
#MyWorstDate Story As a media major, I should probably be a bit more concerned with defamation but he was trash and so was the date so sue me. Okay don't, but I believe this story will bring to light how most men have little to no self-awareness.
C AlexandraPublished 6 years ago in Humans#MyWorstDate
Joey, my then girlfriend, and I were walking home from I don’t remember where… that’s how bad this date was, right? We probably were walking home from the movies before the buses started running in our town, so being in wheelchairs, we had no choice but to walk.
Jason RhodePublished 6 years ago in Humans