What is the worse First date you have ever been on?

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I am newly single and in the future I will want to date again, but I feel like I am out of touch with the whole dating scene. There are several unspoken rules that you try to follow when it comes to a first date - not eating garlic and who pays for the food etc

But does anyone have any stories of the worse first date they have ever been on?

A guy who I had nothing in common with. It was AWFUL. He was so aggressive. Talked a lot about "the pigs" (police) and was really tight when it came to buying his round - "you want a wine? Are you sure you wouldn't prefer lime and soda?".

I was SO glad when it was time to go. He drove me home as it was in the middle of nowhere and at the end with the awkward silence I felt obliged to give him a kiss goodbye on the cheek (this was young me, current me would never feel obliged to do anything). Really wish I hadn't. He hadn't actually expected it and turned towards me and it ended up being the most awkward peck on the lips. I am cringing as I write this and it was about 10 years ago!

I never contacted him and he never contacted me. Definitely not suited!

Slurpy spaghetti bolognese man - eurgh

After two glasses of wine, he spent the rest of the evening telling me about his ex-wife's ivf...

The man talked about nothing but his "crazy" ex (and how she had turned his child against him, and the courts as well, and the injustice of child support...) and other "crazy" women he'd been on dates with. He drank too much and got increasingly weird and tactile with it (daytime date in a public place luckily). He gave me the creeps. Then wouldn't take no for an answer about a second date, and sent increasingly worrying texts for weeks.

I was a teenager and let a guy who liked me walk to my friend’s place with me. I was considering going out with him. He shocked me with a very gross kiss half way there. No atmosphere or anything, just lunged. Ew. Then we got to my friend’s house where he announced loudly to everyone, “sorry we are late, we were just playing tonsil hockey”.

I chose not to see him again.

My housemate, who I barely knew showed up, ridiculously drunk and very sad. Me and my date spent the whole time counselling him.

My worst was completely a game of two halves. Dinner in lovely restaurant, great conversation, very attractive and entertaining man. He paid for dinner, said he'd drive me home...
Parked outside my house, bit of kissing. Suddenly whipped out the most enormous cock I had ever seen and started literally PLEADING for a blow job. "Just suck for a minute...just lick it a bit then?? Come on babe.. "
As I'm grabbing my bag and getting out of the car fast, (no willy touching involved!) his phone beeps and he says," oh well suppose it's just as well, that was my wife, she needs me to pick her up from the station". Twat had told me he was divorced.
He actually texted that night to thank me for a lovely evening and invite me to dinner the following week. I declined.

Many years ago, went out with a guy to a club, I proceeded to get completely pissed, threw up all over his car, then had to be picked up by my friend. He was rather bemused but asked for a second date which I declined through sheer embarrassment!!!

Bloke said he would book a restaurant as it was a busy weekend in the city. The online bookkkg was all greyed out and he assumed this meant full availability. Obviously fully booked on the night. Went wandering and the only place that could fit us in was la tasca (chain tapas restaurant) which I didn’t mind, I love tapas. Sit down to order and he tells me he doesn’t share food with strangers
Still happily stuck his dick in me though, that’s fine for strangers

My worst first date was my actual first date, I was 15 and my friends bf fixed me up on a blind date (I was there to provide the reassuring female company for her parents)
We paired off and he lunged for me. I pushed him off and I told him I needed to talk to my friend.
I went round the corner and ran all the way home.
Needless to say I was mocked mercilessly for several months.

Being taken to see "Cats". Not quite the worst few hours of my life, but close.

With a very intelligent but overworked neurologist whom I really really fancied. A very romantic evening, followed by him walking me home. As we said goodbye under a bright street lamp, he was very intently looking into my eyes, then gently turned me away from the light, so I (a bit weak at the knees already) expected a passionate kiss.

"You may need an MRI", he said, "your pupils are dilating asymmetrically".

justlikedevon that’s horrendous!
We ordered our meal and then the man at the next table started having a heart attack on the floor next to us. The restaurant carried on bringing food out so it didn’t seem right to leave, we expected he’d be moved but the paramedics came to treat him right next to us. We didn’t know each other well so I didn’t know what to say then my date said ‘shall I complain they’ve forgotten our drinks?’ So I married him

Not dissimilar to @JustlikeDevon, except as I opened the car door to get out he revealed his oh so tiny appendage and said 'just look at THAT... isn't it huge?!'... No. No it isn't.

🤣🤣🤣@MVLipwig

a man who in real life was 20 years older that the picture he sent me.

I found some real keepers during my time on line dating:

1. monobrow man who spent the whole date telling me his plans to solve the Israel-Palestine conflict by setting up mixed religion schools in the region, then split the bill for our tea exactly 50:50 - 'That'll be £2.24 each then...'

2. boy who decided his soup was too hot at the restaurant so cooled it down with ice cubes from his drink.

3. the one who'd changed out of his work suit into a manky holey jumper for the date (and told me so). We went to a Japanese restaurant and ordered, then he suggested we do a runner and just get some chips. At the end of the date I said that maybe we should just be friends. He pointed at Charring Cross and said 'the tube's over there', then marched off in the opposite direction, thankfully never to be seen again.

On another first date, we got on well enough but there was no spark, so we ended up having a friendly chat about notable throat infections we had had (at least we had tonsillitis in common)

Someone I know ..(me!) had been talking to a guy for 6 months on a dating site and over the phone..he was lovely he told me about his job,he was single,loved outdoor sports etc we seemed a complete match..we agreed to me for a weekend away..I went on the train to meet my prince charming..I alighted the train to an empty platform and thinking he was running late I sat and waited..there was no one else in sight except for a young man in a wheelchair and a lady in a carers uniform..I smiled and as i took out my phone to ring him I noticed the man was looking at me oddly.I rang my prince charming only to hear the ring of a phone and this man and his carer wheeling down the platform to me...omg...it was him ...I was dumbfounded me him and her on a weekend date and i had no idea ..turned out he lied to me for 6 months..I thought it polite to make small talk atleast til i could research return train times then i text my mum asked her to ring m and ignore what i said! I returned home on the next train!!! Thing is he then bombarded my phone with how he was going to kill himself..then I got a text telling me he had died and it was all my fault....as first dates go it was interesting!!! and as to online dating well stuff that for a game of cricket!!!!!! never again!

We went for a carvery ( low key, not far from home) and he piled his plate so high that gravy ran down his wrists, and made the arms of his wolf fleece soggy. In the car park he sang 'We got tonight' by Bob Seger at me, I politely excused myself and went home. I haven't dated since.

I’ve been on quite a lot of first dates, I always enjoy them even if they’re bloody awful. The experience has never been a dull one for me.

The worst were probably the guy that was already tipsy when I arrived, bought the first drink then confessed he had ‘forgotten his wallet’ so was unable to contribute towards the rest of the evening . I never believed he had forgotten it despite his attempt to make it seem authentic by frantically phoning his flatmate to drop it off. It got worse the more pissed he became. He started singing Susan Boyle songs really loudly and shouting random names at people that walked by as if he knew them. He also pretended to be deaf in one ear so he couldn’t hear what I had said and made me repeat it umpteen times before bursting out laughing.

Second worst was the hipster guy who turned up with wrapped gifts for me in his backpack. I don’t know why but it creeped me out that he had gone to the effort of wrapping them in advance... it was a vinyl (I’ve never had a record player) and a Sylvia Plath book. He loved himself a bit too much and particularly loved boasting about how well travelled he was. At one stage towards the end of the evening he asked me to slap him around the face . I blocked his number on the way home.

@tubbylittletwat Omggggg that’s hilarious!!!🤣🤣

In the 70s I was home for the summer from university and a local lad asked me out. He turned up with his mother ( he was 24). Apparently she didn’t want him marrying a “ career girl” !

I was asked by my date (found online - seemed normal) if my periods were regular and to confirm I didn't have endometriosis. His previous girlfriend had both and as he wanted to start a family NOW, he wasn't prepared to waste any more time with infertile women.

I said I wasn't hungry after all and left.

Talked to guy for a few weeks, seemed great. Saw him sat outside the pub we’d arranged to meet at and for some reason I just wanted to leave. I gave myself a stern talking to and went to meet him. He’d carved me a wand (he knew I was into HP) and then later on proceeded to tell me that when Milly Dowler was murdered he’d gone to the police a few times to confess to her murder. I swiftly left and blocked him.

I went on a date with someone who my mum gave my number to in the pub.

I wasn't sure but my mum said he.was nice. We were out, I went to the loo, he asked her if I was single so she gave him my number. 20 years ago so house number too.

Anyway. Met for a few beers. Decided not for me, he was boring, thick, sexist and racist. Said I wasn't really looking for a relationship, said I had work exams coming up etc and jumped in a taxi.

The fucker must have also jumped in a taxi. Am just settling down in the living room with a cuppa and his face appeared in the window. He begged and pleaded and kicked off for about half an hour, by which time I was getting a bit worried. Phoned my ex who I was still friends with and asked him to come around. Ex turned up, there was a stand off and date was escorted off my front garden.

Ex thought it very amusing. Fucker.

I agreed to a blind date once. I was 16 so had no experience. When I got there, he bought me a drink, we chatted. It seemed nice. We were on a double date with my friend and her bf. When our conversation stalled, he showed me his concave chest. Very weird. Laughed it off. Then he proceeded to drink a lot. On the way home, he tried to climb into the back of the car with me and we nearly crashed. It was an awkward drive home...