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Just had the date from hell. Come and add your own!(145 Posts)
Mine wasn't bad looking and seemed really nice.
Untill he asked me if I drove. I know it's a bit lame that I'm still learning and I'm desperate to pass. But I didn't start till I was 25 as was environmentalist, had bf who could drive and lived in cities etc, etc.
He looked horrified and told me ''well I passed after 6 lessons for the first time when I was 17.'' he made me feel awful for not driving.
5 minutes later he said '' I'm going now. Nice to meet you'' and left me sitting in the pub.
I guess we all have our deal breakers.His was me not driving.
He also spent the whole date talking about himself and didn't ask me anything aprt from did I drive.
He just didn't fancy me but no need to be rude.
What a prize winning idiot!!
Seriously don't beat yourself up about being a late starter to driving, I didn't start until mid twenties and it took me over a year and a half and only passed on my fifth go at the driving test.
What a twat he was posh!
I once scalded my mouth in my haste to finish my coffee and get away from a gastly date. His online profile picture was a lie and he was fat and old and hideous.
I once also ended up on a date with a little American geek, a bit rotunt, wearing shorts (of the polyester variety) and plastic flip flops. I shudder to think of it. I ate my meal, excused myself to the ladies and hotfooted it out of there. He was dull as dishwater too.
Posh I think you're right - the most fun way to handle internet dating is to see it as a laugh!! That way even if they're hideously dull you can soak in the details to tell your friends later. I got into a cab once to avoid the busstop snog and asked the cabbie to take me anywhere - just around the corner would do fine, just to get away from him. He said it happens all the time (and didn't charge me, bless London cabbies)!!
ohforfox, I say nobber and Knob. Knob for the knob and nobber for the person. No idea why.
Threads like this are a valuable public service in making married people start counting their blessings .
Posh - he's a twat, I really admire your persistence re the driving and if you don't get there in the end, well, you'll cope. The ability to drive does not make a person.
Posh- as another poster said, it's better you find out now than later. Agree with everyone- what a twat.
Also, don't worry about the driving thing, I am 23, have a provisional license but haven't had even one lesson due to lack of funds.
For some reason, I haven't had what you would call a 'proper' date. Although one of the worst situations I can think of was when I was sort of seeing a boy from my school and we agreed to meet up on a Saturday in the town centre, he never showed up!
I had a mobile but no credit so called him from a phone box, no answer, called a mutual friend, no answer.
I found out on Monday from the mutual friend that apparently his dog had a cold and dogs were more important than girls. We were both 14 at the time. [bitter first boy experience emoticon]
Could've been worse.
My worse date? He took me to the pictures to see.........................................
winedine - that just reminded me of my first boyfriend, aged 14. He said that if he had to pick between me and his dog (an ancient one eyed boxer) he'd pick the dog, because he'd known her longer and loved her more!
I didn't even mention the dog, this was just a random comment!
Incredibly he's married now. Maybe he never found another dog he loved as much
I went on a date.
After not even two minutes he said, 'Well, of course, the thing about me is that I went to Eton. And yes I do know Harry. He's a mate of mine, actually.'
I was racking my brain trying to think how he knew the man who fixes my car. When it clicked I knew it was time to go...
But no, he wanted to buy me another drink ('You're not pissed enough') and when I said thanks but no thanks, started explaining why I should let him stick his tongue down my throat anyway ('It'll be fun').
I lef the bar, he followed me like a stalker walked me home. Near my flat I said it was time to part ways, he started up again with the 'Go on, just a snog'. I said goodbye, walked off and got a pinch on the arse. He got a slap in the face, and I got a round of applause from some tourists nearby.
Not a total loss: I went back to the bar the next day and asked the barman out. He didn't pinch me once
You must have felt very special BertieBasset.
Maybe his wife loves a dog more than him?
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I had a date with a man who didn't stand up when I arrived. I only realised why when I left and realised he was about 4 inches shorter than claimed.
He told me he liked wall climbing but used the junior one because he was scared of heights.
He was bitter about his ex-girlfriend because when she left him she couldn't even be bothered to push the hoover around before she shut the door on him.
He said his career wasn't going great and when I asked what he did all day he said, watch daytime TV.
He expressed surprise I didn't want to see him again .
Many years ago I was set up on a blind date by a friend.
It went horribly wrong the moment we met up - he just didn't look 'right', he was shakey, really thin and palid, and his eyes kept drooping. I asked him if he was ok (about five minutes after sitting down together in the pub) and he told me that he had just finished treatment for leukaemia, and that he was still feeling pretty weak and was usually in bed by this time of night. He hadn't wanted the 'friend' who set us up to tell anyone about his illness as he didn't want people feeling sorry for him, he just wanted to try to start living a normal life. I suggested that maybe we should call it a night and try meeting up during the day instead when he was feeling more up to it.
He started to cry (tears were streaming down his face) and said no, could we keep going, he really wanted this to work because he had become so isolated and was really lonely, all his friends had abandoned him, etc, etc. I felt terrible, I didn't have a clue what to do or say. We left the pub and he said we could go and get some food somewhere. He grabbed my hand as we were walking down the street and said he was so glad he'd met me and I was lovely, etc, etc... We went for a Chinese and I sat there picking at my food while he ate absolutely nothing, just sat smiling at me through his tears....
We left the restaurant and I said I would walk him back to his flat then get a taxi from there - he looked so done in I wanted to make sure he got home ok. As we were walking along he told me that he thought he'd fallen in love with me, and that everything will be ok now that he'd found me....
He got home, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and got out of there. God it was so awful, I have goosebumps now thinking about it again. I spent about the next two weeks not answering the phone, and coming home to messages of how much he loved me and I was all he had to look forward to, and how 'we can work it out' left on my answerphone.
My 'friend' was no longer my friend from that point as we had a bit of a disagreement about how badly she'd dropped me in it. I still feel guilty about it though.
These are great, more please!
I'm 27 and although I have a provisional license, I haven't had a single lesson. I have very poor sight in one eye though, and the resulting shit depth perception - so as well as lack of funds, I'm just really worried about killing someone.
I would NEVER judge someone who couldn't drive, or who chose not to. How small minded can you be? The ability to drive does not maketh the women. Or man, for that matter.
Thanks all. These have cheered me up! In the past I may have drunk too much in the hope of finding him attactive then tried to snog him.
I'm so glad I've moved on!
I was a road protestor when I was 17 but if I told any bloke that's the reason why I didn't drive he's prob run a mile.
I am no longer swampy btw!
wow and I still can't drive and am over 40 . My worst date was with a guy who I had got chatting to online, he sent me a photo and I thought yeah he seems ok. I arranged a lunch date with him, when I saw a guy approaching me I thought no it can't possibly be ! He was older, shorter, fatter, less hair, in fact the photo couldn't possibly have been of him !! Now, I'm not a shallow person but it was the fact that he had lied. Did he honestly think that I wouldn't notice ! And what a start to a relationship lol. Luckily, I always used to get a friend to text me, so I made an excuse and left !
Poshsinglemum what an arse, good job you found out early on.
Pixie83 at your date, soo awful but so funny!
I once went on a date with a boxer. Some drunk guy banged into him and my date politely asked me to hold his coat, beat the shit out of the drunk guy, put his coat back on then off we went for dinner as if nothing had happened.
And he ordered my food for me "for the lady".
I used to be a road protestor too poshsinglemum and didn't learn to drive until I was 30 (five years ago.)
I recently went on a date with a man who started saying that he was probably going to book a hotel for the night as he was working in that same town the next day anyway. Then he started saying "Ooh haven't you got a long drive home...." Then he steered the conversation back to the hotel again, you get the idea. I just finished my drink and made it clear that I was leaving. Alone.
doughnutty I was in a relationship with a very nice man, who was extremely respectful to women and we went to see Schindler's List and he had his hand up my top trying to grope my tits during some of the most harrowing scenes.
When I was very very young, I was persuaded to go out for a drink with a neighbour (we were both mid teens). On the way home, he asked 'do you mind if I have a kiss'. I said yes and got ready for the kiss. At this point, he got out of the car and had ... a 'piss' [hate that word].
I once met a guy for coffee who looked a good 10 years older than his age. He then proceeded insult almost every segment of society, for example explaining why he had limited contact with his daughter ...'Well she IS gay'....and 'of course the gays are like that'.
Never mind his views on foreigners.. common people..and thickos.
I literally sat there with my jaw hanging open not able to believe what I heard.
I legged it as soon as I possibly could, only to get a text later that day saying that he'd decided he liked me and that we could go to the cinema. Like this pronouncement was tantamount to hitting the jackpot.
I didn't go.
I went on a date I didn't even know was a date!!
A guy who knew my cousin asked me to meet him at Liverpool Street Station ...he had something important to tell me about my cousin..
I was worried..I went to meet him...he said 'Oh..you turned up in jeans?' I was like
I'm asking him whats wrong re my cousin...lets go to a pub and chat...he says no..lets go to a resturant in Islington I'm ...ok
While walking to the resturant he procedes to irritate me with the most sexist bolloxy crap-talk I have ever experienced in my life (so shit I have chosen to expel it from my brain)...obviously I'm challenging him and thinking WTF???...
I say to myself you know what.. this isn't a date so who cares..
we go to the resturant he starts talking about us and telling me how he feels..I'm thinking WTF (again)..tell me about whats going on with my cousin??..'erm lets not talk about your cousin'...WT??? thats why I'm here!!!
It took all my power and prayer not to kill this man and he couldn't understand why i was pissed??!!!
My worse date - we met via the internet and we'd reached the point where he offered to cook for me at his home. When I got there it was a big house in a fairly remote location. This made me somewhat nervous because it was quite isolated. It was dark out and while he was in the kitchen I stood looking out onto the drive where my car was parked. The outside light went on and a woman's face appeared, about six feet from me and totally unmoving. It was raining outside but the face didn't move and was staring right at me. It seemed to be hovering over my car. I worked out it must be the reflection in the window from one of the family photographs around the walls behind me. I looked round several times to see which one it could be but none matched up with the face in the darkness - still unmoving. The hairs were standing up on the back of my neck by now and, feeling like a complete madthing, I tried to point out this impossible sight to him when he came back into the room. The bloody thing had gone and I expected him to doubt my sanity but instead when I described the face he said it must be his bloody neighbour again, she drank too much and had a habit of coming over to look for him! He said he would sort her out and then left me alone in the house for twenty minutes while he went off to find her. I had no idea where her house might be and I was terrified in case she came into the house to get me while he was gone!
Hard to imagine I know, but the evening went even further downhill after that and I declined to see him again.
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