It was the worst of times, It was the worst of times
It seems I've been hearing a good amount of bad date stories lately, so I figured I'd spread the joy. This week, for Friday Five, I'd like to hear your best bad date stories.I've only been on one truly bad date. Veteran readers of this blog already know this story. It was my freshman year of college, and it taught me a valuable lesson: Never go on a date with someone you met at the club.
I had exchanged numbers with this guy (Mistake #1), and after talking, agreed to go out on a date on Valentine's Day (Mistake #2.) After my roommate and my suite-mate spent hours fussing over my hair and my outfit, homeboy picks me up. Nearly an hour late. (Bad sign #1.) Then, he decides to drive us to Red Lobster (hardly original), only to see that the place is packed and the wait is long.
We ended up eating at Applebee's -- why did we have to drive to Maryland for chain restaurants? Surely there were plenty of great, original, uncrowded places in D.C. -- an unremarkable meal that I've probably ended up blocking out. Then, on the way home, I remarked on his Powerpuff Girls pillow in his back seat (Bad sign #562). I like the Powerpuff Girls, I said, Buttercup is my favorite. Things started to look promising as we talked about the show, but then he veered off onto a dark path.
Mr. Fabulous began to talk about the time when he dropped out of school and spent every day at home watching cartoons. And then he went on and on and on about how Dragonball Z changed his life and inspired him to get out of the house and go back to school. As the conversation wore on, I contemplated opening the passenger-side door and trying that tuck and roll thing out of his speeding car.
Anyhoo, I know you can do better than that. Give me your worst!
Comments
Funny, the Power Rangers had a similar profound and meaningful impact on my life...
...anywho, just about every date I've ever been on has been bad.
Posted by: JTK | May 12, 2008 11:39 AM
I can't even calculate the number of times I've considered the tuck & roll.
Posted by: Eve | May 12, 2008 1:26 PM
My worst date began with him hitting his head on the door frame entering my home, and knocking himself out for a few seconds. Somewhere in the middle, we ran across some guys in full suits of armor hitting each other with wooden swords...and he got really excited because we'd stumbled upon a group of his friends. It ended with him telling me how hot my best friend was.
I made sure I never saw him again.
Posted by: Nancy | May 12, 2008 6:34 PM
Dragon Ball Z did help me learn about Hawaiian history.
Posted by: Amadeo | May 13, 2008 9:08 AM
Worst date- I met him at his house (bad I know) because it was to be a meeting ground for us to head somewhere else. Turns out he wasn't ready at all. Had to take a shower and here I am waiting in his living room as he gets ready. He comes out wet in a towel to chat and I'm thinking whatever dude speed this along. Side note, I wasn't really into him so I found it annoying and even if I was a bit conceited. Anywho, he is done getting ready, looking a bit too casual and we head out. He then says- "you're driving right?". He had no car. Went down hill from there and I cut the date short.
Posted by: Cat | May 13, 2008 12:33 PM
On a first date, even before dinner was served, he proceeded to tell me that he hadn't been on a date for a few months because he slept with the last girl he dated on the third date. Then she got pregnant, (he thought she was trying to "trap him") and he had to pay for her to get an abortion.
All of this on a first date--BEFORE dinner is even served.
Posted by: M | May 14, 2008 2:09 PM
First go around he stood me up, but I kind of had nothing better to do so I gave him a second chance. This time around he was late. When he picked me up he had no clue where to go for dinner even though I had given him about a week to decide. While on the way to dinner he had absolutely nothing to talk about. At dinner he had nothing to talk about and as he ate he kept checking his watch, checking out the waitress and tapping his fingers on the table. Finally the check comes and I make no attempt to pay it, he slowly pulls out a few crumpled bills...ONLY enough to cover his meager salad. In disbelief I pull out my credit card that I thank the most high I had on me and swipe his cash. I try to leave the waitress a note, but he's now watching and actually paying attention to me. We stop for gas and I quickly text a friend to see if I can crash with her for the night because I'm not letting him take me home. A couple of hours later after he's dropped me off on this seedy corner where my friend lives he texts to see if I was okay. I let him know I'm not interested in seeing him again and he tries to plead his case. Then threatens me and says he's going to make my life a living hell. No bueno.
Posted by: Melissa | May 15, 2008 4:41 PM
Maybe if I'd told you that Applebees is also a very trashy strip club in Nairobi you would have considered twice?
Posted by: Dark Angel | May 16, 2008 10:49 AM