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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.
It's a long time ago - I was 14, but I went out on a 'date' with an 18 year old I'd fancied for ages.
We went into the city on a Saurday afternoon, had coffee, wandered round the shops etc looking at clothes and stuff we liked and then went in to HMV to look at records. From nowhere he pulled out an HMV carrier bag and proceeded to stuff it with records he was planning to steal. I just stood open mouthed in shock until he asked if there was anything I'd like him to steal for me. I just walked out having visions of my mother collecting me from the police station, left him there and never saw him again.
My worst was a 2nd date with a guy that had seemed nice, if slightly strange on the first. I went to his house for him to cook me dinner. We haden't even started to eat when he got out his journal from high school and spent 2 hours(!) reading me the entries, which were mainly about a girl he had been in love with who went off with his friend. Every so often he would stop and laugh for ages because he had come across a funny bit. I was stony faced throughout. I was too polite to say i was fucking off out of there so listened to it all.
Oh and i can't drive either!
Years ago, I turned up for a first date with a guy. The very first thing he said when I arrived was, "thought you might've at least worn a skirt"
WTF?? I turned on my heel.
Another bloke spent the whole evening showing me "funny" YouTube clips on his phone
I once went on a date with a guy who rang my work after I'd served him at the till and asked me out...that alone should have rung alarm bells, but I was 19 and a combination of desperate and game for a laugh.
He met me at a very popular local pub, where there happened to be a shedload of people from my college at the adjoining table, and proceeded to tell me VERY LOUDLY how he'd been bullied out of university because he was at that time a member of the BNP.
It was excruciating. I suddenly remembered that I had to meet a friend. God knows what my acquaintances at the next table thought, they never mentioned it.
God, you lot have made my night
I had so many bad dates before I met my dp, its hard to pick the worst... I could honestly write a book on them! A couple of highlights:
One time I went to the cinema and my date started choking on a boiled sweet. He was in the aisle on his hands and knees literally choking to death and some big muscley bloke had to come over and hammer on his back. Once recovered, my date then ran out and left me sitting there like a lemon, then texted me later apologising, and said he had to leave because he was so embarrassed!
Another guy took me to a notorious 'couples' spot in our town to "chat and admire the view of the city" We parked up, couple of minutes of chit chat, then he proceeded to pounce on me and ram his tongue down my throat. I was not impressed and told him I wanted to leave, but as he tried to start the car it wouldn't budge and we were stranded. The AA had to come to get us and the AA blokes gave us knowing grins because of our location I then got a lift home from my date in the recovery truck. Nice.
Another date I went on was going quite well, so I agreed when he asked me back to his for a drink. We got chatting about our childhoods, and he told me he'd had leukemia as a child and had been very ill for a long time. I thought, how awful, and was quite touched that he'd opened up to me. Then, with no prompting, he stuck on a home made video of himself on the hospital ward he'd been on. He then cried in my arms like a baby. I was thinking awww, what a sensitive guy, he clearly had a tough time as a child. But then the next day I mentioned it to a friend who went to school with him, who told me it wasn't HIM who had leukemia, it was his BROTHER!!
Seriously ladies, I could go on and on!!
I have had my share of frogs, but undoubtedly the no 1 prize goes for a Kiwi bloke I dated some years ago. We went to a pub and had a drink, and I have to admit the conversation went quite well. When I was preparing to go back home (we both had brought our cars) he offered to drive me to a place which was "really cool, you really have to see it!". I was curious, the guy seemed harmless and it was still daylight, so I went with him. He then proceeded to drive me to an office building belonging to the building company "Gallagher's". An extremely ordinary glass building in the middle of an industrial park. I was standing there waiting for the punchline until I finally realized there was none... that was the coll place. All the while he was there smiling at me with an excited expression on his face that said: "It is awesome, isn't it?". I really had no idea how to react.
But wait, there's more. After that he proceeded to drive me back to my car, but he suddenly took a diversion and stopped at the side of the road. There was a lonely, dirty diesel truck stop there. It was literally in the middle of nowhere, just a diesel dispenser with a card reader. He stopped the car, got out, and stared at me smiling. I waited. He smiled a bit more, with his eyes open wide. Then, a bit exasperated, as if thinking "this moron does not know what this is", he exclaimed: "It's a truck stop!!!".
It took weeks for him to stop calling me and sending me texts to see me again.
If anyone is curious about the awesome Gallagher building, I've just found it in Google Maps... click here.
Note: the Christmas decorations weren't even there on that day.
My particulary memorable bad date was after breifly meeting someone at speed dating. We met a few weeks later as I was in his area with work. We met for a coffee and it felt like the longest coffee ever. He was rather dull and talked about his council job and his cat alot. I was as interested as I could be.. I made my excuses and left.
He emailed a few times before I politely replied and said we had little in common. Im sure he got over it!!
The date itself was very nice, talking and laughing etc. Agreed to meet again soon.
Unfortunately I ran into him a couple of hours later in a supermarket. he was buying diapers. (by the look on his face it was pretty clear that, no, they were not for his nephew or similar).
This other guy spent the whole date critizising and slagging off everything about my life. Job? Pff, how boring and useless. Travels? Yeah, been there, horrible place. Hobbies? How ridiculous.. Really, absolutely every single thing I had ever done was pointless according to him. I still wonder why the heck he asked me out in the first place.
Mine was quite a few years back. Met up with a guy I had been chatting to online for a while. Don't think i'd seen his picture prior to meet. Anyway... he was about 15 years older than me (and older than he said he was), but, I thought i'd not be rude and stuck with it. Went to a local pub, where instead of getting me a coke as I had asked, he came back with a brandy and coke (as if I wouldn't notice) and was not impressed when I wouldn't just drink it.
Then he told me off by saying I could of at least made an effort by wearing makeup (im not a big make up wearer!!), and then, proceeded to watch the horse racing that was showing on tele, without talking to me at all. I left pretty quickly saying I had an emergency - to which he also seemed quite put out about!
Then, he later emailed me asking if i would like to meet up again, and if i could make an effort next time.
I didn't bother to reply.
One bloke told me about how he partied too much to be bothered going to lectures, had spent all of his student loan already on drugs, but it would be ok because he could declare himself bankrupt after uni. I hope he did and it bit him on his lazy scrounging arse.
Another bloke got his phone out and proceeded, uninvited I might add, to scroll through every single one of his contacts telling me how he knew each person and a little bit about them. By O I was no longer able to keep my fake interested face in place.
2 dates stand out
one turned up wearing a 3 piece beige suit, brown shirt and beige satin tie and ate digestive biscuits from a pack he had in his pocket. Later he asked me if it was ok to kiss me and smiled showing a gobful of teeth with mushed up biscuit stuck in between them. Bleurghh
Next one only reached my shoulder- 5 foot ten my arse- and during goodnight snog kept belching little burps into my mouth!
EricNorthamsMistress - student loans can't be wiped out with bankruptcy, so hopefully that wiped the smug grin off his face.
osbega your post made me laugh so much
I don't have any great stories to add but loving reading these... Absolutely hilarious
I moved to London ages ago for a new job and met this chap on the induction course. He asked me where I lived, and said - yes I'm a lay preacher at such-and-such baptist church just down the road from you.
Anyway, I was lonely not knowing anyone in London and I invited him round for Saturday lunch and to mooch around town. I thought what could be more pleasant than spending the afternoon with a nice young man.
He didn't turn up for the meal, but spent hours and hours ringing me from his mobile saying he was on the way, and to keep his meal warm.
It was dark by the time he turned up at my front door, holding a box of biscuits and wallet with a toothbrush poking out of it.
I was seething, but fed him - he said it was horrible and all dried up - then he asked where the bedroom was for sex.
I told him to leave, and there was a bit of a kerfuffle getting him out of the door I can tell you!
Next monday, he kept calling me at work, I tried to be polite as the whole office was listening avidly.
......two years later, I mentioned his name in passing to someone in his department, who told me he had been sacked ages ago for sexual harassment, and wasn't it shocking that he was married and with a child too!
I was so naive in the ways of London folk!
When i saw the title i just knew it was poshsinglemum
what a twat he sounds.
I couldn't drive when i met dp....didn't learn 'till second child was 2 years old
and only then because Dp was pissed with driving all the time.
However, it was liberating
so glad i did it.
hey new here, but have to share as mine is right up there with the worst!
Took my new gf out on a date and bumped into a casual male ex of mine who thought it would be really hilarious to be hands on in a friendly way, regale her with stories of our past, joke continually (as immature single men seem to love doing) about his own anatomy and topped it off by suggsting a threesome! :O and and .
miraculously that relationship still lasted three and a half years with my girlfriend after that the guy we bumped into is still a mate too. so terrible for a date but not such a bad outcome
Worst so far:
I met a man in Holland and Barrett once who seemed very attractive. He asked for my number and I thought 'why not'; 2 weeks later we met for lunch. I was absolutely shattered from writing my dissertation (final year at uni but was back in London briefly) and had been up since 5 for a meeting at 8 in the city. We met about 12, he tells me he's in 'media' - i.e. unemployed/has a blog/uses twitter too much and considers himself a bit of a spokesperson on life... and as he wouldn't go into further details I knew it must have been one of those. The first problem was that the first time we met I had been wearing 8 inch (yes, 8) heels and he had still seemed tall - I was wearing pretty little flat shoes and considering I'm 5"3 he was a MONSTER - atleast 6"7. I could have gotten past this but, after he took me to Carluccio's (sic?) he started to grill me on what I was doing and considering I had been up so long and was ultra stressed about my dissertation I just could not answer. It fully sounded like a pack of lies like his media career.
It was clearly a bit touch and go conversation wise but pretty much okay until he asked me rather suddenly... "Do you wear boots?" - "boots?" I ask - "Yes, boots, heeled ones...." he then goes a bit spasmy, I think it may have been a self induced orgasm and mutters creepily "boooooooots"
My 20 year old self did not cut and run, God knows why not. I ignored it and changed the subject; this seemed to work until he states "you have a nice arse. Do you do squats?" again in the creepy tone. At this point I say i really must go as I have somehwere to be and the bastard tells me he has 'forgotten' his wallet (despite having talked in detail about the hair appointment he was headed to afterwards). I paid the bill, grudgingly, and we left - at the station he genuinely goes in for a kiss and I backed away and ran. It took 2 months for the texts to stop.
Reading this has made me and ..
No stories to tell to match these, but am dying to know Sungirltan.. How did your driving test go yesterday???
I havent been to carluccios since and never, ever will. Similarly Holland and Barrett.
When I was about 16 a guy I knew asked me out. He wasn't my type at all but my Mum said I had to accept to be polite
Off we go to the ten pin bowling alley and begin our game. Half way through he lines up to through his bowl but his fingers get stuck in the holes and he sails up the alley on his stomach still gripping the ball! Everyone close to us fell about laughing and I just wanted to curl up. The guy got up and carried on like nothing had happened while I tried not to laugh!
Not long after his Mum asked me round for tea, again my Mum said I had to be polite so off I went. The family were strict Christians and tea began with a Prayer and Bible reading which I didn't mind but then we watched a movie. The Rookie with Clint Eastwood. His mother made us put our fingers in our ears and close our eyes for most of the first 30 minutes before insisting we turned it off.
That was a fun night.
The guy is now married to a fellow Christian and my Mum never again told me to be polite when asked out
One date I had from Guardian Soulmates was a bloke who jokingly said (so I thought) that I'd know him by his bowler hat, carnation buttonhole and rolled up copy of the times under his arm.
That was exactly as he was waiting for me in the pub, except the carnation was between his teeth, not in his buttonhole.
Ok, sense of humour you might think.
He then proceeded to talk about NOTHING - not ONE THING other than his ex-wife and his divorce. Obsessively. I stopped trying to get a word in edgeways when it was clear nothing would deviate him from his chosen topic of conversation.
At the end of the mercifully short date (big, big and important internet dating tip here - always make your first date a half hour drink - you can extend it if you like each other, but it gives you a let out if he's a plonker)... anyway, at the end of the date he said how much he had enjoyed meeting me and getting to know me (WTF??? You know NOTHING about me at all! We only talked about YOU!) and would I meet him again.
No, I said. Why not he asked. So I told him I hadn't enjoyed listening to him monologuing about his ex-wife. He did a dramatic facepalm and said that was what the last date had told him, but he thought he'd been better this time.
I did feel sorry for him, but not sorry enough to go on a second date.
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