My Worst Date
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Worst "Date" of My Life
To tell you the story of my "Worst Date Ever," I must first tell you about how the date came to be and where I was in my life at the time.
Tiffany AllenPublished 6 years ago in HumansTo Chug or Not to Chug
In 2003, online dating was not a very big thing, nor was mobile data plans. T-Mobile had a service on their data. There were no pictures, just some instant messaging, games, and connections. Through this wondrous doorway, I met and started chatting with a girl from a small town near where I lived. We had many things in common and enjoyed chatting late into the night. This went on for 3 months.
Disney Tinder Turns Ugly
#MyWorstDate When I think of my worst ever dating experience, several memories flash in my mind like a highlight reel. There was the time a guy announced his infertility before the starter had even arrived, the guy who showed me the 12 inch designer blade he had in his glove compartment, the guy who asked me for petrol money after dropping me home... but when I think of THE worst experience ever, there can only be one.
Eve TawfickPublished 6 years ago in HumansThe 225 First Dates
The big moving truck came, they packed up all my belongings, filled the truck with my furniture and I finished packing up my car, off I went to a new state, new life and to heal my broken heart.
Denise MaldonadoPublished 6 years ago in HumansThe Date From Hell
Let's face it we all have had our fair share of bad dates, whether it was with someone that we knew/kind of knew or perhaps the worst dates of all—blind dates. For those of you who have never had the pleasure or lack thereof meeting a complete stranger, you may want to stay clear of the whole online blind dating hype, just a bit of friendly advice.
Crystal ButlerPublished 6 years ago in Humans#MyWorstDate
All my life I never really thought about dates. Relationships to me were a way for one person to keep tabs on another by controlling where they went and when they went there. I had spent my whole life trying to gain the confidence and knowledge to someday become a powerful figure in society and I did not need someone coming along and ripping that from my fingertips. I was always more of the independent type. If I went on a date I’d probably stress out the whole time about who’s going to pay for dinner. Typically I would pay because I hate for someone else to buy anything for me. The idea of that always made me uncomfortable. But a small part of me still wanted to know what it was like to go on one. And not the cliche, Hollywood cinema, stereotypical, retro diner type of date, either. I wanted a normal date. And by normal, I mean dinner at Applebee’s and possibly a movie at home. Finding the person to go on the date with was the hard part. I didn’t want to just go with anyone random, and I definitely did not want to do the blind date thing; that would be terrifying. So that is exactly what I did. I never would have thought that my worst date would also be my first and possibly my last, but it was exactly that. My best friend set me up on a blind date with one of her best friends’ ex. Now that already sounds terrible. Your best friend's ex? If I would have known at the time that that is who I would be going out with, I would have immediately declined the offer.
Jaden lucianoPublished 6 years ago in HumansGreek Salad
#MyWorstDate It was one of those blind (family) date situations where an older cousin of mine set me up a restaurant event so I would meet this guy he had come to know.
Maryam SanaeiPublished 6 years ago in HumansSocial Media Dating Gone Horribly Wrong
"Oh my, he's very attractive—and just liked my photo!" Yes. We've all been there and thought that. What if that handsome guy had mutual friends with you and DM'd you on Instagram to get to know you? Would you reply? Would you get to know someone via the internet?
#MyWorstDate
Only a few weeks ago, if even a month, I had decided I was lonely and bored one night. I wanted to have sex and conversation. So I, a woman who's picky about my kinks, decided I would message a guy I talked to some time ago on Tinder. We never had much conversation, but we had similar sexual interests; we both were into rough stuff AND casual dating. I hadn't talked to him since Thanksgiving, when I was upset my brother didn't come over and he asked if he could come keep me company. I said yes, but that I wasn't looking for sex that night...I should have taken his response as a red flag. "I'm not going to drive out this late if it's not for sex." So, months later, I decided to message him again, because I was looking for sex and I was desperate. I didn't want to hook up with anyone that wasn't into what I like—I was craving satisfaction and he seemed like the kind of man who could give it to me.
The Tinder Tarp #MyWorstDate
I was swiping through Tinder at work because my head was just in the right space to care about work on a Monday morning, and came across this beautiful woman, about my age, with some shared interests and a mutual attraction as when I swiped right, we matched and I did my mini happy dance.
Robert LangdonPublished 6 years ago in HumansCraigslist Medicine
#MyWorstDate I am an herb enthusiast with her medical card. I’m probably not the most responsible person, even to myself. So when I noticed I was running very low on my medicinal herb, I called and placed my refill request. Due to a number of circumstances, I would not be able to pick it up a few days. I start to brain storm, what is a girl supposed to do?
Embodying Sméagol/Gollum
At the adolescent age of 16, I wanted to fuck everything. That's right, girls are horny little things. I had been wanting to go on a date with this guy I'd barely known, but had seen around my friends at various parties/places/small concerts. So I told him "Hey, give me your number, and I'll text you when we should meet up to do things together... sometime." More than willing, he put his number in my phone and the rest is this story. My parents thought he was wholesome when he came to pick me up at the house. A decent car, decent clothes, a slight respect for my parents, then we headed off. We were going to see a movie, then indulge in party favors at my friend's going away party. Of course my parents thought I was just going to dinner after and then headed home, but the lies I told them the next day were very different from that promise.
Tasha On PaperPublished 6 years ago in Humans