To ask what your worst/weirdest/best first date ever was(26 Posts)
I've just re-launched myself into the world of online dating. Feeling both optimistic and slightly apprehensive - past dates have included one with a man who seemed lovely to begin with then, after one too many, suddenly decided he wanted to buy some drugs, approached an extremely scary guy to ask if he was selling any (he was) and nearly got us both murdered. It was only an after-work Tuesday night drink! Please share your stories of disastrous/wonderful dates!
Weirdest...within the first 5 minutes, went into great detail about a mental breakdown he had months earlier. Then phoned his mum half way through the date (with me next to him), telling her it was going really well and he was going to take me back to his place that night...he didn't. I ran for the hills. Oh and he picked his nose right in front of my face. No social graces. Best date...leisurely stroll around the park, spot of lunch, dropped me home and 30 mins later got a knock at the door and he had left me flowers, bottle of wine and Haribo (which I told him was my favourite). 6 years later we have a daughter together and get married in 3 months time!
Best first date was with my ex, I lived in Russia at the time. We were friends before dating and the first time we went out he booked a hotel room and arranged a taxi to take me there, saying he had a surprise planned and would meet me later.
In the room was waiting a ball dress, shoes, and champagne and a note asking me to get dressed and that the taxi would pick me up again in an hour. Taxi then took me to the old town hall/ballroom, which was very rarely used and had a beautiful sort of faded imperial glory.
He had lit candles all around the ballroom and we spent the evening dancing. He'd packed a champagne picnic too and we sat in the middle of the floor and ate it. I adore ballroom dancing and was very good at it as a child before my abusive parents stopped me going, to be able to dance again was amazing, and ex is a fantastic dancer. It completely blew me away, it was like something out of a fairytale and after having a shit childhood and some horrendous things happen to me it was like a dream come true. Ex is still my best friend now.
Worst first date, my proper first date with DH . He took me out to the cinema, I hated the film and it was genre I told him previously I hated, and then his car broke down on the way back. He managed to pull the car over to the side of the road but when I opened the door and got out I stepped right into a snow covered and disguised ditch and fell through the ice into the slimy, icy nasty water.
Fortunately it was only waist deep and we were close to my house so I called a friend and asked her to pick us up. Poor DH was so apologetic, we had got off to a bit of a rocky start prior to that anyway as he had behaved like a prize twat the first time we met, and apart from the film he had tried to make everything lovely. I did see the funny side of it.
I had one where I had a bad reaction to him aftershave so spent the entire date sneezing till I looked live I had flu
The guy who decided we were having the 3 courses at lunch time, talked about the glitter ball he got for his cat, refused all my offers at going Dutch then got mardy when I said I wasn't going back to his for dinner. He lived a fair distance, first time we'd ever met...
One guy insisted he needed to go into several betting shops during our date...
First date with DH was excruciating as he was so shy and I hate awkward silences. He also didn't offer to buy my coffee boooo. Thank God he suggested the pub and a drink. Living together by month 4, engaged month 6, married month 18. Go POF
Weirdest was a man who tried to take my shoe off to massage my foot ... in the middle of a Yates's Wine Lodge about half an hour into the date .
I have nothing against a man with a foot fetish, but there's a time and a place and that was neither!
I don't even have particularly nice feet ...
There was no second date.
Worst date was when I met a new long distance bf in a hotel close to my home where he was working. Went to hotel to meet him for our "date" and he was playing pool with a very famous but unfunny comedian who was also staying at the hotel. After an hour sitting there watching them playing pool and being totally ignored I told him I was going to meet some work colleagues down the road for a quick drink (a PR thing rather than friends) and would be back in an hour. I was back in a hour, and he was still playing pool. We eventually went up to his room in the hotel, he slammed the door and raged at me for embarrassing him for going off. I sarcastically asked him was I meant to sit at the pool table congratulating him on his good shots - and without any irony he agreed that yes that was exactly what he had expected. I stupidly still had sex with him and when I went to the loo afterwards there was something weird down there - on further investigation I realised it was half a condom. He admitted later that he had pierced the condom so I would get pregnant and be "his". What a fucking loser. He was gorgeous though.
I've mentioned on here before but I met my partner as an inpatient in a psychiatric hospital.
kicked out discharged before he did so I used to go back into visit him. He got kept in an extra 3 days because I smuggled some beer into the main garden.
The hospital was surreal and badly run. All the wards were in a circle round the main (public garden) so when patients kicked off all you heard was alarms and security guards/nurses used to come running. Add that to police getting called in and rooftop protests, it was interesting.
They stopped me visiting in the end, disruptive apparently.
We got married last July and we're expecting our first child September.
Many years ago my 'first date' took me to see Last Tango in Paris. We were both very embarrassed. I suspect he was actually mortified. I didn't really understand it
Should of added that was my best date.
The other ones don't warrant thinking about.
The man whom I met for coffee and the first thing he said was 'hi, Brenda, I don't think that name fits; can I call you Belinda?" (Name changed for the story but you get the drift.)
Me: "no, that is not my name."
Him: "pity (sigh)."
Worst was a blind date set up, and he was so beautiful that I could Not.Say.Anything. It made for a painful evening. He really didn't have much to say, either.
Strangely, there was a second date.
Or, the guy who wanted to go dumpster diving because he was hungry and didn't have any money left.
Best was DH and my first date, because it was no pressure and light and just got to know each other better.
Good luck, OLD seems like a minefield!
Worst date was a speed date, so at least it was short!
The guy was a fair bit younger than me, mid-twenties when I was early thirties. It was in a pub but he was wearing a suit. As soon as he sat down he launched into a speech. He said I was his 134th speed date, his main ambition is to become a Tory MP, his future wife would need to have quite right wing views, he never wants children and if I think he might change his mind I'm wrong etc etc. He then said he could tell from my face I wasn't interested but I as there was a minute left I may as well tell him what I do. I told him I was a personal injury lawyer and he shouted "oh my God! I could never go out with an ambulance chaser!"
Shame because you know, he was such a catch
33 years ago this evening I met up with a lad at a local pub for a quick drink. We'd kept in touch after 6th form and as we were both home for the weekend had agreed to meet up. Pleasant enough evening for the 1st half hour before we were joined by an elderly man who was obviously lonely. We made small talk, thinking he'd wander off to talk to someone else, but no he regaled us with stories of his war service, told us his life history, was called Jimmy Eccles. etc. I went to the loo where, as usual, there was a queue. By the time I went back date was seriously panicking that I'd left. (I had a car.) In the end we made our excuses and left.
This morning DH has presented me with chocolate, a book, a back scratcher and a soppy card with the words, " Happy Jimmy Eccles Day 2017." He must be long dead now but we always drink a toast to him on the 25th February each year.
Nothing I've been through compares. The worst date I ever went on was my own fault because I had sent a message to the guy gently mocking him. He had listed in great detail his ideal woman. She had to be feminine but strong, Sexy but classy, family orientated but not encumbered with young children. On and on it went. I was mocking him when I sent a message saying I'd go for a cup of tea with his ideal woman myself as she sounded amazing. Well, he responded and we went on a date (although obviously I had doubts at his level of self-awareness). I shouldn't have gone. He was so entitled and pompous. Dreadfully rude too, he paid for dinner but in a really dismissive way. Can't put my finger on it. He paid and RAN. I was going to say ''well nice to have met you, good luck''. He took the coward's option whilst simultaneously being so pompous. I've met 22 people thereabouts and he was the worst.
There was the guy who had Asperger syndrome I think. That was a long date. He was nice. But goodness, not for me.
Late that made me feel all warm inside! Happy anniversary
There was the blind date set up by a mutual friend.
We met on a Saturday afternoon outside the station. When he saw me he did a theatrical mediaeval style bow at my feet and declared that I was a beautiful maiden. We went for a walk and when we sat down he wanted to massage my feet (another one of those, there must be lots about) but I declined.
I waved him off on the bus and didn't see him again.
Or the time my date ordered lots of wine just for him, got so pissed he threw up on himself then tried to make me run out of the restaurant without paying. Then he tried to snog me with vomit still around his mouth. I was only 17 and that almost put me off men.
Best was with DP. It was totally accidental. He had a random day off work. I was just back from abroad and was staying with my dad. We'd known each other vaguely since we were teens but had never done anything and I was very bored and texted him asking if he'd like a coffee.
I expected to hang out for an hour or something. Instead we wound up wandering around the city we both lived in talking. We were sitting in a park by the river and stayed so late they locked the gates so we climbed out the back wall and ended up in a college garden, and had to hop through a couple more and a courtyard until we found our way out to the riverbank and walked along that looking for a bridge. It was this weird surreal adventure. We wound up sitting on a bridge at 2 am with cherry blossom falling on us like rain. It was a very romantic first kiss.
Worst...probably when I was a teenager and dating an older guy. He was in his twenties, I was 17. He was working away from home in London and invited me to come up and visit for the day. I got there, and he announced he'd arranged a hotel room for us. I was petrified, because I really hadn't planned to have sex with him but the entire date was clearly set up as a booty call and I'd just been too naive to realise. He basically planned that my day out in London was going to be sex and room service in some kind of generic mid range business hotel. And my train tickets were for a fixed time and I couldn't afford a new ticket to get home.
Definitely one of my more terrifying moments. God knows what he thought he was doing well. I was seventeen!
He turned up at the pub really, really late. I'm sat there like a lemon. Turns out he'd just dropped acid with a load of his mates. It was a very long night for me but he seemed to enjoy himself. We've been together for over twenty years now and he no longer indulges, thankfully.
One online date very randomly took me on a first (and only) date to look round a Chinese supermarket?! Dullest man ever.
latedecember that is so lovely!
I'm going on a date this eve (met online). Am excited and dreading it! I tend to get very nervous, have a drink and then talk for England. Gawd help him! I hope he's nice.
Best date was with my now best friend (we dated for 2.5 years). We went on an epoc pub crawl that lasted 6 hours, chatted, snogged like teengers, it was fab.
He's an amazing bloke who I love dearly, and to be honest I would probably be with him now if he sorted himself out. My ds loves him and he still sees him regularly since we broke up. I would be sad without him in my life. He's a great friend.
Worst date was probably one that I hadn't even agreed to. I was seeing a lad who was... well, let's just say he was so far up himself I couldn't tell where he started and finished! Thing is, he reeeeally wasn't a catch at all and I was sorta giving him a chance and at the same time combatting my boredom/loneliness.
Well, I had a male
gay best friend who visited me every week. We'd go to the cinema and he'd kindly pay. I was beyond skint back then having every penny going to rent, bills and debts that I shouldn't have owed (long story) and in exchange I'd cook the dinner that evening.
Well this one day I'd told the lad I was was seeing (let's call him Sam) that gay best friend was coming so I'd see Sam later. He didn't leave. Okaaay....
So bestie arrived and we left to catch the bus to town (towards where Sam lived too), Sam was following, chatting animatedly to bestie about his amazing exploits
bullshit etc and tbh, it was getting a bit awkward. There was definitely not a jealousy issue or anything as he was well aware of bestie, just Sam never took a hint about anything and loved to big himself up to anyone who'd listen.
So we arrive at the cinema and I realise that Sam must want to come too. That's fine. No problem with us. Except it was very clear that Sam expected bestie to pay for him too! And then he picked up snacks and ordered a large drink as well! Bestie shook his head and paid but it was cringey to say the least.
Eventually he got dumped when I got sick of sending him for a bath when he arrived at mine as it was clear by the stink and dirty clothes that he'd not bothered to have a wash since the previous week despite living with his parents. 😷 Some "model" (as he made out he was) who thought crusty stinking socks was acceptable. Ew.
Oh and there was the date that took me to a pub with a pool table and kicked my arse 12 times in a row as he loved the game and I was clear that I wasn't much of a fan really. I would have loved to just sit and talk but he wanted to play pool.
Luckily he got a second date as 13 years on we're married with 3 kids.
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