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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.
I once went on a date with a guy who told me waaaay too much about himself.
By the time we got to the restaurant I knew he'd had an affair with a university student of his, she got pregnant, had an abortion, and resented him for it.
Over dinner he told me that he'd been raped by a man whilst hitchhiking around Europe as a teenager.
On the way out of the restaurant, he said, "I have never told anyone that story. I feel as if I have shared something personal with you, but you haven't reciprocated.
I said," I'm sorry. I've never hitchhiked. "
I was internet dating a few years ago. I had been talking to a man who lived about an hours drive away from me. We had arranged to meet the next week, swapped addresses (stupid mistake).
The day after the address swap I get a text saying 'it's a bit dead in your local pub'. I rang him and he was in the pub at the bottom of my street . Thankfully he didn't call at my house.
I still travelled up to see him the next week (to my shame). Over the course of a few dates he told me about his stint in a Young Offenders Institute, 3 convictions for drink driving, and he smoked weed.
He had 6 foot high trampoline in his dining room for when his daughters came to visit. Who has an outdoor trampoline in a house??
Looking back I can't believe I dated him for a year.
My sister set me up with someone who was 'really nice, decent, good job, lovely house' BINGO!!!
He arrived at the pub we had arranged to meet at, 45 mins late ( he did text to say he was on his way, otherwise I would have left after 15 mins), really drunk, beer down his shirt, and every other word was f**k, and he brought his mates with him!! When he went to the toilet his best mate, whose eyes were rolling round in their sockets, hit on me!
He couldn't understand why I went home at 11 pm.....but not before he bought me 3 large G+Ts and paid for my taxi!!
My sister couldn't believe it, apparently he WAS really nice when she knew him 10 years ago! We laugh about it now.
2nd date with guy met on internet. 1st date had gone well,stayed in the pub for a meal,chatted,kiss afterwards then seperated.
Next date he appeared with a bag of "pressies" for me. Now I thought thats nice,perfume,chocs,jewellery ?
No,a string of large beads emerged.Now being totally naive I didnt know what they were. Thought bit strange. These were anal beads,which were then followed by a butt plug,massage oil,creepy body stocking thing. These were my pressies !!!
Well he got told where he could stick them,nowhere near me,and I went.
Text later saying that I need to lighten up and not be a prude !
All I wanted was a quiet drink out.
Well at least it all became obvious in the first date
to save all those months of questionable hell
Perhaps he met a surveyor who loved his witty cement banter!
Ahhh, that's, erm, single-minded, Wally.
I don't think mine was a twat at all. I think he was lovely - sweet, courteous, handsome, but also the dullest, dullest, dullest, dullest, dullest man I have ever spent time with. And I'm not that interesting myself.
Leucan if you swapped colored cement for Radar you'd have my ex there.
10 pages, both sides of the page, of a letter home to his forces "sweetheart" on RADAR. And one small paragraph about how miserable he was because the snow in the Falklands meant he couldn't get his favourite flavor of crisps. At the time I was waiting for test results on some lumps found in my neck, this topic was entirely omitted.
I wish my twat RADAR had been more finely attuned.
I thought it a bit mean too BoyMeetsWorld & also quite unbelievable - my (lovely, dream of a man, so your ignorant prejudice may have missed you a treat ) DH is considered a giant of a man, he has huge hands - but there is no way in hell would an adult cat look like a kitten in his hands - not even our small cat, so your story doesn't ring true at all
This is not terrible, but terribly wistful...
Quite some years ago I was asked out by a New Zealand guy - he lived locally, we'd exchanged polite nothings in the newsagents a few times, he had a kindly twinkle in his eye and was the most beautiful thing for at least 300 miles in any direction. Over 6 foot, dark haired, dark eyed and his smell - I've never encountered anything like it. It was catnip for people - better than catnip - you wanted to lie on the pavement and lick his ankles.
So... the date. Local restaurant, coats off, and he starts in about cement. About the process he'd invented for slightly colouring cement. About the process for obtaining patents for construction materials. About the past, present and future markets for slightly coloured cement. With a slight detour into road construction, but only insofar as it pertained to cement. I changed the subject a number of times, but being a nice, politely brought up girl, I eventually gave in and let him talk about slightly coloured cement for over four hours. Yawned a little (allowably) after 11 and excused myself on the grounds of an early start to work the next day.
And that was that . He asked again but I was genuinely out of the country the next week. I couldn't have stood it again though. I just couldn't.
Frizz - yep. Even at 17 it was obvious to me she'd been a
silly silly cow bit naive.
I know it is strictly a 'date' story - but it is jaw dropping!
Minnie - harsh but PMSL!
fluffy - that could have been very different. She was very very lucky especially as he was so stalky about going home with her.
Friend of DH's either placed or replied to a personal ad in the local paper. He exchanges a few texts with one woman and they arrange to meet in town, outside a pub.
He's waiting for a while, so he texts her to check she's ok. Her response?
'You should have told me you were so fucking ugly'
Now that's harsh
Here's a near miss related to me by a then friend/work colleague when we were both around 17. She was very pretty, very glam, very naive.
These are her words - the expressions are my reactions at the time. Now, years later, i am even more about how
stupid lucky she was.
In a bar in central London getting pissed with a female friend. A guy is watching me across the bar. He looks like Fish, from Marillion. Scruffy, late 30's. He comes and joins us and i let him buy me drinks, doubles. Laughter and banter. We don't exchange names.
Closing time - friend goes her way, i go mine. I need to get on the tube to get home. Last train. 'Fish' keeps asking where i live, he asks to walk me to the station. I wont say where i live as my parents are away for the week. (very posh area) I say no thanks to being walked to the station, but he insists so i let him
I'm veeeery pissed. My train pulls in and the guy gets on with me. He says he wants to make sure i get to my stop
I start feeling very sick on the train and need to get off. 'Fish' gets off too, and we go up out of the station and i say i'm getting a cab. When the cab arrives he jumps in too. I'm too sick and woozy to care
I am sick in his lap
We are asked to get out of the cab and i must walk the last bit. 'Fish' (now covered in vomit) walks with me
I am getting worried because i know my house is empty, and i don't want him knowing the address. I keep saying i'll be fine now. He insists on getting me to my gate
We get there and he asks if he can come in and clean his (vomity) trousers. I say oh ok then. But just for a minute
We go in, and i go straight into my room and get in bed
I hear him running the bath (???)
Then he appears stark naked at my bedroom door and asks if i want sex
I have sick in my hair, and in my teeth - i say noooo, go away, and he sheepishly turns and walks away <relief>
In the morning i wake and remember the night before. I wonder if there are any belongings left in my parents beautiful house!?!? I look around and everything seems normal. I look in my parents room and 'Fish' is asleep in their bed
His trousers are soaking in a bath of cold sicky water in the en suit
I wake him and tell him he has to leave - i have to be at work very soon. He sits up in bed and says he has no trousers to put on. I offer to go and buy him a pair of trousers so he can leave. He agrees and says he'll clean his trousers. I go out, buy this stranger a pair of trousers and take them back to him. He is still in bed. He hasn't moved an inch
I say i am going to work, i am late for work and i want him gone by the time i'm home, and i leave him in the house
When i get home he is gone, so are his trousers, bath is clean, house untouched and he has left me a £20 note on the side.
^^ true story
I had an amazing Internet near-miss.
Date sent me a picture of himself with a kitten on the palm of his hand. Being an animal lover I thought it was v sweet.
Went to bar to meet him - from the doorway I could see a literal GIANT (easily minimum 7ft) towering over everybody on the dance floor & bopping about like a deranged giraffe. At that moment, I realised the presumed kitten in the photo was in fact a full grown cat. I turned around and made a sneaky getaway
I certainly didactic runner due to weird giant red flag behaviour.
INteresting comment upthread about the 'doing a runner' and whether it's percieved as sensible or unkind to do so. I think on the whole women seem to do it because the man is behaving wierdly and they think that announcing they want to leave might cause a scene or even violence, whereas men seem to do it because they have decided the woman isn't pretty enough.
3rd date with a guy I'd met through a friend (while a student). His friends from his home town were visiting and he wanted me to meet them. We all went to a pub and it was fine, although the guy was being a bit clingy. At chucking out time his best friend (who was actually good fun, and was out with his girlfriend) suggested we went on to a club. The guy got really arsey and weird because I wanted to do this rather than go home with him. We all went to the club and he was sulky and seriously possessive. He started getting all jealous and accusing me of flirting with his best friend etc. And I think there was crying. His best friend kept apologising for him because it was atrocious behaviour.
I left and went home (without him, obviously). And avoided his phone calls and weird needy/possessive texts. Then he started turning up at my flat and expecting me to let him in. I didn't. My 'this guy is clearly bad news' sense was screaming. I took ages to get rid of him.
If that's what he was like in public and very early on, I dread to think how he would be behind closed doors in an established relationship. I think of it as a lucky escape.
I went on an Internet lunch date. Arrived at the pub and text "are you in or out?" As soon as I sent the text, the date appeared at my car so we got out, had lunch. He was a lovely, genuine guy but I knew there was no spark for me. He asked me how we would proceed, a little clumsily, so I said I would like to go and reflect. When I got back to the office, I had a text saying, "you're lovely, I'm definitely in, when can I see you again?"
He mistook my earlier text asking whether he was in the pub or in the car park as a come on. He he he
i have tried dating in past do not lie or hide fact I am in a wheelchair.Yes its part of who I am but does not define me
But i did go on a date friend set up and he did the double take when i came in .He was polite at first even though could tell he was dying to do a runner from start but wanted to be fair and give him chance as know lot of peoples first reactions are the same
but after few drinks he got braver and larey and started trying make me feel grateful that he spending time with the poor single lady ina wheelchair .Now thing is i am quite happy with my life and value my Independence but i am aslo quite outspoken when needs
i could see where his questions were going ,turned round said , no i don`t need a carer , yes i am independent and yes i can have sex but I am rather fussy and it wont be with you ever.Then turned round and left him sitting there.
Yes on a serious note, horrible blokes with no self awareness. What does it say about us men
peppa that made me laugh
Saint i can`t drive( before accused drip feed its due to disability ) and trust me i don`t ask for lifts .I live in area deliberate with good public transport ,buses and trains. Fiercely independent to boot .
Oh and i do travel around a lot from Devon to Scotland to wales it does not stop me even if may take me a bit longer to get there
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