What's Your Worst Date Ever?

[Winenot78]

Just for fun!

I have just won a date night in London with Heart FM after telling them the story of a nightmare date I went on and I thought it would be fun to hear other people's nightmare dates!

Me? I met a guy in a pub. Seemed quite normal, out with some troubled people who he mentored. Agreed to a date, met at a pub and he turns up, middle of summer, in a thick, woollen coat, sit and have a drink when he suddenly turns and tells me to "Look up the sleeve of his coat", taken aback I nearly run away, turns out he has a pet ferret up the sleeve of his coat! He suggests we go out for dinner (after dropping off the ferret), I tell him I have can't eat gluten or anything spicy and he insists he has to take me to an Indian restaurant where he proceeds to order for me, mostly food I can't eat. Food arrives and I sit and eat plain rice (all I can eat) and decide I need some wine at which point he says "Oh... You're drinking are you? Personally, I don't drink but I suppose I don't mind if you have 1". I made my excuses soon after this...

Now about to marry the most amazing man but I have had many a dating disaster in my nearly 40 years, this is just most likely my worst!!

Got taken to a lovely restaurant - lots of delicious things on the menu, so I was looking forward to having a great meal. Only to be told by my date that I had to share his dishes, as "we wouldn't want you getting any chubbier, would we?" I was a size 12 at the time. Arsehole! Needless to say, we didn't go out again...

Him: ‘I’m thinking of going to the cinema with some friends’
Me: ‘Sounds good’

Yep, just me...he cheerfully admitted he hadn’t invited our mutual friends. Cinema was ok and we watched the film. I politely declined the suggestion of dinner. To be fair, he was just ridiculously awkward, but I did feel pretty icky about it as I never would have considered going on a date if he’d asked (would have respected him more though!).

Oh god just been reminded of the long forgotten date to Ikea! Not even that local we went to Ikea he didn't buy anything

I wouldn't call it the worst as it was my first with my wonderful DP but... I fell off the side of a slipway into the sea, fully clothed, in the middle of a cold march I was fully submerged, came out spluttering, make up running and completely drenched, with blue lips

I was 19 and working in a local shop, guy came in who was in my year at school but I hadn’t seen since. Got chatting and he asked me out, arranged a day and time and he said he’d pick me up.

He turned up in the backseat of his mates gf’s car which I wasn’t expecting but thought ok, double date, no biggie. Was assuming we’d maybe go for a drink or something so was a bit surprised when we pulled up outside a house, went in and we all just sort of congregated in the living room and made awkward conversation with his mum, dad and sister. Then the four of us went up to his room (which at the time seemed a good idea compared to staying downstairs with his parents) and he put some music on.

I was and by now but the worst was yet to come, he fetched a box down from the top of his wardrobe which turned out to contain a tattoo gun and he and his mate proceeded to give each other awful tattoos. I invented a really awful headache at that point and went home but I still wonder wtf kind of impression he thought he was making!

Told me his penis was too big for his foreskin when he was 11 so had to have it cut off. Also, that he had been in the Queens Royal Guard.

Some of these are awful. My worse was pretty poor on both sides. I was 20 and it was a guy I drunkenly went home with every weekend for about 6 months. We were both pretty casual but there was always a thought of will we, won't we. He finally actually committed to a date after previously cancelling on me twice because he had no money or forgot. It turns out we had absolutely nothing in common. It was the most awkward 2 hours of my life, full of awkward silence but we decided he should probably come back to mine anyway so I drive us both home and I get a message which he sees on my phone from another guy kind of sexting he goes ape shit at me because he "loves me". At which point I can't handle the stress, pull over and vomit for 5 minutes.

He spent most of the date telling me I'd have to convert to Catholicism when we got married and that it's likely we'd have twins as it ran in the family. He also told me if I planned on having sex with him that night he wouldn't be able to stay over as he'd have to get up early to go to confession.

When I was about 16, a friend and her bf brought a bloke along for me (blind date), for a double date. He was about 5ft tall, fat, ugly, with thick glasses, spots and old-fashioned clothes. He spent all evening telling me about his Diabetes and how he had once been in a Diabetic coma. I was terrified of him becoming ill. I felt sorry for the bloke, but it was a horrible date.

The guy was an estate manager. He picked me up (thankfully at the end of my road NOT at my house) with a dead animal in the back of his land rover. Guns on the backseat and bullets rolling about in the side cubby. He seemed so normal when he asked me out!! So creepy.

I cried in the toilet and a girl helped me get a taxi home without being seen.

I was about 14 and went on a date to Alton Towers with my boyfriend, his older brother and his brother’s girlfriend. We had 2-for-1 vouchers so I handed over my share of the ticket price. Then was promptly targeted by a pickpocket and had the rest of my money stolen As if this wasn’t bad enough, my bf, his DB & BGF refused to buy anything for me all day, so I had to sit and watch while they gad lunch and drinks and I had literally nothing until I asked to have a sip of my bf’s drink. I had a good time anyway (love Alton Towers!) but I was starving and very thirsty by the time I got home to my disbelieving parents.

Had a few dates in my mid twenties with a friend of friend. He was very nice. Very attractive dressed beautifully and was quite senior in a web design company.
After dinner one night he invited me to his house share. He sat me downstairs with a glass of wine and declared he was going to tidy his room as it 'was a bit messy'. I don't know how long he was gone as I finished the wine and fell asleep so it was a fair whack of time. We went upstairs and his room was.... disgusting. I mean filthy. Exactly like you see on programmes about hoarders. You couldn't see the carpet for crap. Newspapers, takeaway packaging, empty bottles and cans, dirty crockery, clothes, tissues, bin bags, crisp packets. He had a single bed with horrible lilac bobbly sheets that looked like the shroud of Turin and was piled up with clothes at one end of the bed. And that was AFTER he'd supposedly cleaned for several hours.
It was ridiculously late at night and I was on the other side of London from my home so I had little option but to share that bed with him (I was also a people pleasing naive thing at the time and didn't have the heart to exclaim my horror or go sleep on the sofa.
As soon as it got light I fled and ignored his repeated texts to meet up.

When I was internet dating, I once met a man who turned up with a carrier bag that contained his lifelong pencil collection. He started to get them out one by one and tell me where they came from, laying them in neat rows on the pub table. I think he’d got to about 30 or so before I managed to make my excuses and left.

I hope he eventually met a fellow pencil fanatic.

I was chatting to a guy I met online and we agreed to meet for coffee. He spent the first 40 mins complaining that his best friend (female) was with the wrong man and he was better suited. He then told me he worked for cosmetic company and tried to get me to buy things (under eye cream was one suggestion) then he tried to recruit me for the company. Made my excuses and left, he phoned that bight saying he felt we clicked and would like to make it serious!! Never saw him again