My Worst Date
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Bible Boy
Some years back a church friend set me up with her cousin, Baden. She told me he was a nice, Christian guy, single, cute, just hadn’t met the right girl yet. I agreed to go out with him, didn’t seem like a bad idea. I told him up front that I would go out with him but I was just getting over being in love with someone and not expect anything to move too fast. He acknowledged that and we scheduled a time and place. A few days later, we met one evening at our local mall. First impressions: Baden did seem like a nice guy and was attractive. We walked a ways throughout the mall to grab some food at Chick-Fil-A. Conversation started out alright until he started making jokes and telling me sexual stories, talking loudly about it at the dinner table. It was even worse that a mother and her young son were in the booth behind us, she (the mother) noticed his loud talking but it didn’t seem to bother Baden that there was a KID nearby. I cringed, I tried to hurry up and get him to finish to we could get out of the restaurant. But things continued to go downhill from there. He complimented me, told me that personality didn’t matter to him, only that a girl had to have a beautiful face. He was very obsessed with that notion and told me more than once. Walking around the mall, he put his arm around me, which at first I let him, but after awhile it got to be too much. He told me about being a Christian, waiting until marriage for sex, wanting to get out of his parents house, wanting to find a girl soon to get married to. Everything about his plans were rush rush rush!! As our evening was ending we walked outside to our cars to part ways. But he wasn’t ready to leave. We talked at his car for a bit then he pulled me down to where I was half sitting on his legs as he continued conversation. An SUV full of kids went by and I hear “Ooohh” coming out the window. I was uncomfortable anyway with him persuading me to rest on him in that position, but hearing that and how it must’ve “looked” I knew I had allowed him too much. I was naïve, inexperienced, not ready for anything serious and he played on that, took advantage of my being nice. He had certainly “forgot” about me asking him to take things slow! I told him I had to leave and he kept asking to kiss me, I told him no, I wasn’t ready for that. Then he hugged me, pulled me towards him and laid his head on my chest. Made a joke about my breasts being pillows…what a creep! He ended up kissing my forehead because I kept telling him no to a “real” kiss. A text message from my sister gave me the out to break away from him but Baden told me he wanted to know how I felt about him and needed me to give him an answer soon if I wanted to get more serious with him. At that moment, I was just glad to get away, what a terrible evening! He called the next day wanting to talk and got frustrated that I couldn’t give him an answer as to if I had made up my mind about being a couple. We had plans to hang out again (yes, I was still the naïve, too nice person then) but he cancelled on me when I couldn’t give him an answer. Inside I was relieved because I didn’t have to deal with him anymore. Or so I thought…three weeks later he randomly called me and I ignored him. Instead, I wrote a letter and gave it to his cousin to give to him. I was DONE with Baden!!!
Sharlie StuartPublished 6 years ago in HumansMy Worst Date
Telling this story is never fun unless you’re drunk—and I mean REALLY drunk, because then, at least, either you forget you’ve told the story or everybody else does. But I suppose everyone has a least one awful date story in their lives, and what fun would it be if no one shared them? So, here goes nothing.
Lowri JonesPublished 6 years ago in Humans#MyWorstDate
When I was young, I always thought I would have an amazing first date with someone when I got older. He would pick me up and take me to a movie and then grab a nice dinner. Unfortunately, that was not the case in this situation.
Roberta FloresPublished 6 years ago in HumansSix Minutes of Insanity
On Wednesday night, I participated in Speed Dating for the first time. The night was so interesting I had to share my story. Unfortunately, I do not have any accompanying pictures, but you can use your own imagination to imagine what my “dates” looked like, along with the hilarious predicaments I found myself in.
Deborah ScottPublished 6 years ago in Humans#MyWorstDate
These days I'm not too positive what constitutes a date exactly. But I am gonna go ahead and count this. First a little background; at the time of this story, I was 20 years old, going through a breakup with a slightly abusive man who I'd moved back to Arizona for and just generally unhappy in my life and relationships especially. I was working at the Olive Garden in Scottsdale, Arizona as a waitress (and doing very poorly I might add).
Taylor ParkerPublished 6 years ago in HumansYes, Two Guys Can Just Be Friends #MyWorstDate
Hi, I’m E.J., I’m queer (specifically, pan), and I’m also transgender. I identify as male, people use my preferred name and pronouns, and I came out to everyone in my life halfway through 2016, so it’s been a year and a half now. And I’d like to say I pass decently when I really want to.
Elijah JamesPublished 6 years ago in HumansWorst Date Ever
Worst Date Ever I've had a lot of interesting experiences with dating. Nothing compares to this particular incident. I had gone through a HORRIFIC divorce. I thought I would never find anyone! Then one day, I went into this bar for a job. I met this guy who I thought was super cute. I was in desperate need of a job, so this would have to wait. I showed him my resume and told him I was willing to learn how to become a bartender even though I had no previous experience. He said, "Okay, do these tests, get certified and bring me in the certificates." I told him he hadn't seen the last of me. I went home and took these two tests that were needed for this particular position. I passed the tests! I brought in my certificates and showed him them. He told me how impressed he was that I did this so quickly. He interviewed with me, had another manager interview with me, and I was hired. (Not as a bartender, but as an ID checker. Hey, It was something!) I went to work and this manager and I started flirting. He was gorgeous! He had dark hair and green eyes and a smile that just wouldn't quit! I was so single and ready to mingle! He was just my age! He started pursuing me! I was so excited! We were casual about things. He would take me out and have me meet his friends. They all said he was single. Well, one particular night, he decides to take me out for drinks and pool. He told me to drink as much as I wanted because he was driving. He even paid for all of my drinks! By the end of the night, they all knew I was with him. That was such a reassuring feeling! We decided to go back to his place and relax. I was feeling exceptionally good! We get to his place, and his roommate starts getting flirty. I was not okay with that. It gave me the creeps! I was too intoxicated to drive. So, I went to his room.
Homecoming
Crissy revealed herself to me first as a mirage. I saw her first as I'd always known her; that slight, black-clad, sullen little girl with her black hair pulled taut in a ponytail, and that blended in to who she was now. She still had the same facial structure and her hair was still midnight black, but she was older now. No Sepultura T-shirt and ripped jeans tonight. Instead, she wore a black blouse, knee high skirt, and fishnet stockings, and her hair was down, loose, and flowing over her shoulders, hiding the Egyptian ankh hovering around her collarbones. It took me a second to see what she'd been reading when I came in, but I frowned nonetheless. I'd never heard of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, and I had only the most basic idea of what an archipelago was, let alone a gulag.
Joseph MortonPublished 6 years ago in HumansHookah Lounge Misery
First dates are often nerve-wracking because you're always thinking about making the best first impression. My first date, ever, began with a guy I met in my freshman year of college. I was new to the dating life and decided it was time to give it a shot. We began texting and, two days later, decided we wanted to go on a date. I can't begin to explain how nervous I was.
#My Worst Date
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You Never Know Who They Are... Until It's Almost Too Late
There was this very popular guy in my town, well known for his humor. A tall, Black man, completely bald (which I later found out after he removed his hat). He was all over my Facebook, friends tagging him in everything or commenting on his videos and pictures. He wasn't the cleanest cut guy I had ever met but he was very funny. He was that charming type of funny. Or so I thought. He had been frequently liking and commenting on my pictures and videos on Facebook right before I heard my Messenger App ding.
Brandy GeersPublished 6 years ago in HumansWorst Date Ever: Rage of a Murderous Crackhead
To tell the story of the worst date I can remember, I'd have to go back quite a ways. Twelve years to be exact. I had just gotten out of college and was a bit of a lost soul. The problems with this date stemmed just as much from my poor judgment at the time as her apparent insanity. I was willing to date any reasonably attractive girl willing to make time for me. Character? Integrity? Class? What are those things? I just needed to find her reasonably attractive. I must also confess I am admitting things in this story that I am not exactly proud of. There are multiple things I would have loved to have done differently as I recount this foolish tale of my younger self and a crazy woman. But those details factor into the plot though and I cannot tell the story without them. So full disclosure, here we go.
The Big Apple Sports GuyPublished 6 years ago in Humans