Generally, it is best to include some text in the first post of a thread, even if you think the thread title is self-explanatory. Thanks.
Oh, and the worst thing a guy ever did on a date with me was to announce he was sterile 15 minutes into a first (and only) date. I told him he wasn't ever going to have the chance to prove it.
This has definitely been done before, I would suggest searching before posting a question.
Anyways, I went on a date with a Chinese guy who took me to a Chinese restaurant. I was nervous and not doing too well with chopsticks, I asked the waitress for a fork, and the guy told the waitress not to bring the fork, because I was going to have to use the chopsticks.
Kept going on about his ex. How annoying.
It wasn't just dropping her name in here and there either, it was constantly dribbling about her. How she used him, how she made him weary of women ect.
Honestly, get over it. Why even ask me out if you have this new found fear of women? I would have much prefered to be sitting in a bar with my friends than listen to this all night.
He also kept sending his food back where we were eating too, I have no issue with this if there is a problem with the food but he was just being difficult and rude to the waiting staff. I kind of hoped they somehow tarnished his food with a bodily fluid after being so mean to them.
The drive back to my house was a nightmare too, he drove way too fast and was abusive to the car in front (Who had a family inside) and kept driving up their arse. I hoped maybe the husband would stop his car, get out and give this guy a bit of slap but no, so this poor family had this deranged ape of a man continually critising his safe driving.
Needless to say I changed my phone number to stop any texts coming through from him and refused the offer of a second night out with him.
Once, right after my divorce, I went out with this guy and while we were having dinner he was asking me questions about my sex life, which should have been a sign that he was a low life. I guess I must have given him the impression that I wasnt going to go to bed with him on the first date. After we finished eating, he excused himself to go to the bathroom and never returned.
He suggested a waffle house, which was fine, ordered everything off the menu, outright admitted he didn't have cash on him, Then I was stupid enough to go play pool with him, where he promptly kicked my ass, which would have been fine if he didn't feel the need to "school me. He took me home on the subway - didn't exit the turnstile so he'll save a token, and asked for a kiss, which I gave, and it was like kissing a cold, dead fish.
What can I say- I was 22 and stupid!
It was probably when I was when the guy picked me up at my house in a really nice car. I was of course impressed by this....Anyway, we went out and he insisted we park BEHIND the restaurant we went to where there weren't even parking spaces..I found this a little odd and then dismissed the thought and just assumed he didn't want his car stolen or damaged, or something. Well, while he was driving me home we got pulled over. Ended up that the guy stole the car....I had to go to the police station and then get another ride home....he still tries contacting me...
I foolishly went out with somebody I met through a dating website (I know, bad move)
When we met (amazingly) he looked nothing like his profile picture, but he wasn't too bad so I decided to go ahead with the date. I was hoping his personality would shine through and dazzle me. Sadly, it didn't and we spent a lot of time in silence as we ate.
The worst was still to come, he said he would cover the bill even though I offered to go dutch. Imagine my horror when his card declined. He didn't have enough actual cash on him to pay so I ended up paying on my card.
He even had the cheek to ask if I wanted to go back to his place afterwards! Needless to say there was no second date, and I have never internet dated again to this day.
The rudest thing a guy has done to me while we were on a date would have to be when I was on the first date with this couple. The last time they had seen me, I hadn't brushed my hair in any other way than a bun, no make-up, drabby clothes--- i was not prepared to pick anyone up. Unfortunately, he noticed that I put make-up on and had my hair shining and everything, which he says. "You've gotten hotter since the last time I saw you. Oh, you wore make-up? {Turns to gf of 7 years} Why didn't you wear any make-up?" And then continued to call me the "new, shiny" toy/thing the rest of the day.
I once went out with this guy that I'd been 'after' for ages...
We got very drunk, ended up back at my place, where he proceeded to vomit red wine in my bath, with the door locked - he fell asleep in the bathroom and I had to break in to see if he was ok... retch
Needless to say, I never had sex with him. He slept in my bed and it wasn't until he left the next day, that I realised that he had also pissed my bed...
I don't think I even spoke to him again, let alone had a second date!!!
(I actually have a story half-written about the whole thing... lol)
A first date mind you that had not generated any sparks, I had a guy give me a short kiss while in the car then he proceeded to unzip his pants and pull his dick out and said, "Be kind." I jumped out of his car real quick and ran to my apt. and locked the door behind me.
He should be thankful that I was kind. I had a little pistol on my purse and I didn't shoot him.
Met my date at a high end restaurant. He showed up drunk, sat down before I could refuse. He was a jerk. Said he had a few drinks before hand to get the ball rolling. ??? Explain that! I told him he was suppose to try to get me drunk not him being drunk to start with. He didn't get it. He was a jerk to the wait staff and host. I put him in a cab and left after I tipped everyone and said sorry. Oh.. told the cabbie to drop the guy off downtown Seattle at the docks.
He called me a few days later, wanted a second date. Said he would not be drunk again but wanted a chance to get me drunk. I refused. He didn't stop calling until after my brother met up with him and explained the facts of life to him.
Wow, Interesting stories ladies. It can happen to the guys too.
I had my first date after being divorced 9 months to a woman I met off Facebook. I suggested Buffalo Wild Wings she suggested Hooters. we ordered dinner and a couple of brews, she downed the first and was off to the races. I had hardly consumed one when she had 3. Told the waitress she wanted wings, *dripping in sauce*, then got mad and told the waitress They were too wet. Held an empty mug on top of her head to get the waitress's attention when her mug was empty. Totally embarassing. I went to the bathroom looking for an open window only to find the bathroom had no windows at all. LOL
Hi,
I can easily remember my worst date. I was a junior office girl/secretary in waiting at the army defense barracks where I eventually met my future husband. One of the guys asked me out as there was a party on in the nearest town on the Saturday night. To begin with, he spent most of his time talking to his mates and neglecting me. I felt like a piece of shit. When it was time to leave, he was very drunk. I told him that he was not driving and to give me the keys. That way we would both get back to the barracks safely. He was slurring his words real bad and refused to wear the passenger side seat belt. Just before we got back he leaned across the seat and promptly threw up all over my skirt and top before passing out. Pathetic.
Damn! These are all some awful dates!
Maybe the guys need to start a forum on our worst dates too. I have a few from the past I'd love to fix up with those creepy guys y'all had awful dates with. Hell, though, it probably be love at first sight for those weirdos.
This didn't happen to me, (really!) but I was part of/ told this story by Michael, one of my very best friends, who was at the time of this story my flatmate. I'm straight, Michael is not. We were having drinks in a Dublin gay bar before I had to go to A DJ gig. Michael likes Bears, heavy set, hairy, usually bald, bearded men, and sure enough had soon scoped out a guy who sat at the other end of the bar.
The guy was huge, bald, bearded and dressed from head to toe in black leather biker-fetish gear. Leather boots, Jhodpur-like leather trousers, A leather SHIRT, leather biker jacket and shades.
In my innocence, noticing this Leather Queen in the mirror, I said to Michael, "Oooh, have you seen the big guy at the bar in the leather?" Martin looked at me witheringly. Staring pityingly at me over his drink he said, "Watch this, that guy will come over in the next two minutes...."
And sure enough, he did.... (I think gay men may have a weird kind of telepathy thing going on..... I've climbed into BED with women while still unsure if they really liked me....)
Turned out the guy was called Gunther, an East German man on a motorbike tour of Ireland. I chatted merrily about German re-unification as he stared at Michael. After about ten minutes I felt a kick on my leg. "What time is your gig? asked Michael. "Couple of hours, it's practically next door, I'm in no rush...." I smiled. "Best be off," said Michael. "You don't want to be late..." Then he silently mouthed, 'Fuck Off....'
I can take a subtle hint.
I arrived home to find my pale-as-a-ghost flatmate cowering by the fireplace nursing a large drink. He looked unwell but eventually explained what had happened with his 'date'.
Gunther had driven him home to our place on the back of his huge BMW motorbike. Upon arriving at the flat the German man asked he might bring into the flat his 'box of toys'.... Michael, intrigued and a little excited, agreed. Now like me, my flatmate worked in the music biz and was in fact quite a well-known musician and DJ. Our flat was filled with posters and passes, mainly Michael's in truth, from gigs he had played. Red Wedge, Anti-Apartheid Rallies, Miner's Strike gigs, Rock against Racism benefits.... As huge soul music fans, we also had album sleeves decorating the walls, Otis, Aretha, Marvin....
Thus Michael was slightly perturbed when this huge German produced a Swastika armband from his 'box of tricks' and put it on. Along with a Death's Head Nazi cap. He then donned several SS type rings and produced a pair of nipple clamps. Michael looked on wide-eyed, but it was too late to back out now.
Gunther looked around at the posters and album covers on the wall and turned to face my friend. "Ze problem wiz finks nowadays in ze West iz zat zhere are too many fucking softies..... Now get undressed, Irish Boy...."
I'll spare you the gorier details except to say that Gunther insisted, insisted mind you, that Michael, by then nipple clamped, cried, "Seig Heil" as the huge German made him come....
"YOU POOR THING!" I offered, "are you alright?"
"Yeah," sighed Michael. "And I'm seeing him again tomorrow night....."
xx SF
oh, i have some doozies but the most recent one was a guy who had been pursuing me for months, takes me on a 'date' for drinks and then asks me to pay for my $2 coke!!!! yeah, a real gentleman. needless to say, i deleted him from my blackberry STAT! lol
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