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once i went to see a horror slash movie, a very very bad one actually, with a date. first of all, we were stunned about the brutal stupitidy of the movie. then, after a while, we didn't dare to speak to each other anymore.
Senior prom, with a girl that liked me so much more than I liked her. It was awkward!
First date with a boy in high school... he showed up driving the family car... full of the family. He was taking me out to a fancy Italian restaurant and apparently his family, mom-dad and sister all wanted to go too. Awkward.
My blind date wanted to know if I wanted to get married because they weren't getting any younger.
Ugh.
I asked a guy out that I thought I wanted to get to know better -- but spent the entire night answering questions about me. I wasn't sure if he was fascinated by me or terrified to talk about himself. Either way, it was a dull night--I felt like I was being grilled for a This Is You Life episode or an FBI dossier. Yawn.
A guy took me to Staten Island for dinner.
Eeeeshk.
No comment.
I went to a Sadie Hawkins dance (where the guy and girl kinda wear the same thing i.e. t-shirts that match and the girl asks you )
I had just spent a week in Tahoe snowboarding and my face was burned to a crisp. Literally, it was crispy and oozing fluids - I was burned so bad.
So at the dance my date couldn't even kiss me or get to close because I was in so much pain!
The moral of the story is: never let your mother set you up with a blind date.
It took place at the height of the El Nino storms out in Los Angeles where it rained fiercely and constantly for months. The guy picked me up and took me to a very 'Hollywood' scenester restaurant. After a painful stilted dinner he refused to drive me up my driveway because he was worried he would he would scratch the bottom of his Mercedes, so he dropped me in the street a block away while it poured so hard that by the time I made it to my front door I was completely soaked through all the way.
Not as bad as any of the posts so far, but my first date after my divorce was pretty bad. Without going into particulars, it was a disaster. I'm glad the dating world improved after that.
A woman told me she was going to make dinner and then, no kidding, opened a can of stewed tomatoes. She ate all of them out of the can while telling me how much she loved them.
when a guy took me to a sadomasochist themed restaurant in NY and ate his salmon out of a dog bowl.
...actually all my dates have been good, so maybe when someone stood me up?
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