My Worst Date
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The First and Last Date
The dreaded bad date. Everyone has experienced them at one point or another in life. We dream of that first date going beautifully. We go out with hopes of a romantically memorable time. We then want to call up our best friend the next morning and spill details about how perfect it was. Before we know it, we are secretly envisioning a possible future together with this sudden special someone. However, sometimes life does not paint the picture we would have liked it to.
Michelle FPublished 6 years ago in Humans“Do You Want Your Chicken Fingers?”
Back in middle school, I had a little crush on a guy... I’ll call him Jake. You see, Jake didn’t like me. However, Jake had a twin brother, I’ll call him John, and John liked me.
Kristine MimsPublished 6 years ago in HumansMy Worst Date
It was all so innocent, starting out with a mutual right swipe. He had curly hair, which I always love, so I decided to send him a message. The dude seemed nice, and even a little artsy with his picture in front of an old train. He responded after a few hours, and then conversation flowed, things were going OK. We talked for two weeks over text before deciding to meet up. Then the day came, and he suggested we meet at his favorite donut shop, which would have been fine, casual and close to home in case I needed to run. However, his way of starting the date was to tell me how he used to spend a lot of money on his dates, until he started getting less and less second dates so he started spending less and less money on them; the donuts were five dollars all together. Then our conversation (really his because he did most of the talking) started to get grouchy. He went on and on about how he's angry with his NYU advisor, so I started composing a "help me" text to my roommate, who unfortunately didn't have cell service. I didn't know how long I could deal with this; he sounded nothing like he did virtually. How could I not have known? Had he calculated everything he sent before he sent it?
Molly GoldbergPublished 6 years ago in HumansDate from Hell: 06/06/06
I received a call from an ex-lover who was now seeing someone I was friends with from the past. "Freddy, how are you doing?" Hearing her voice conjured memories of sex in the stairwells where we both worked, bathroom sex in restaurants, and rooftop sex in the middle of a rain storm. What the voice did not bring back to mind was the lunacy and evil, wicked scenes we played out in her apartment or on a bench in Central Park when she scratched my face.
Freddy ZaltaPublished 6 years ago in HumansNight of the Gargoyle
#MyWorstDate I pulled into the Seaport Diner in my brother's pickup on a Sunday night just after sunset. I would finally be meeting up with the girl I had been talking to online for the better part of the year. I was nervous. Meeting girls from the internet was not something I made a habit of doing, particularly back then. But I felt like she and I had something going on. From day one we just seemed to click whenever we would talk. So as nervous as I was I was also extremely hopeful. The fact that she was gorgeous in every picture I had ever seen of her probably contributed to that hope as well.
Alexander QuaresmaPublished 6 years ago in HumansOf Little Monsters and "Men"
A first date always brings with it a plethora of emotions. Excitement. Nervousness. Ecstaticism. Dread. But more than all, a first date brings with it a sense of change.
Angela Nicole ChuPublished 6 years ago in HumansWe Talked About Rocks...
I guess you could say that I was feeling quite excited about this date. We have been texting for quite a while and we seemed to be hitting it off pretty well. So when he invited me to go hiking and see the fall foliage, I was pretty pumped. I got ready and put on my best looking pair of work out pants, the ones that made my booty look very nice, and a cute black t-shirt and my new grey and black sneakers. I pulled my hair up into a tight ponytail and grabbed my black Nike drawstring bag, I was ready.
Maya CamrenPublished 6 years ago in HumansLobster and Chocolate Liqueur
On this particular date, my birthday had just passed and my fiancé and I were celebrating. He took me into Norman, Oklahoma to eat Red Lobster, shop, and just have fun. We had gotten into town right about the time that Red Lobster opened, so that was awesome. I hate being in crowded restaurants. So we are seated and I ordered, for the first time in my life, lobster and shrimp. I had never had a whole lobster before so I was excited! The waiter then took our menus and we were left to sit in romantic lighting, talking and stuffing our faces with delicious biscuits. I picked up the alcohol pamphlet they leave at your table and I was really studying when our waiter came, and he asked us if we wanted an alcoholic beverage to go with our dinner. I'm all like "eh, why not?" And I guess I forgot what I ordered...I have no idea why in the world I would do such a thing, but I did it. I ordered a freaking mudslide; chocolate liqueur and kaluha. It looked so yummy on the paper...but I was wrong. So, so dumb.
Danica ShardaePublished 6 years ago in HumansJealousy, Political Differences, and Statistical Improbabilities
I don't date much. I don't really understand either romantic or sexual attraction, and my general experience with dating has led me to the belief that it's designed to torture people, possibly by the Church to punish heretics, or maybe by the Spanish Inquisition. What allowed me to come to that conclusion? What else but trying it out?
My Worst Date
It was winter time. Cold and dreary. I was 19 years old and twice over a new mother. I had found out my boyfriend of four years had been cheating on me with his sister's best friend. I had thought he was out working many nights when, in fact, they were sleeping together and staying in his car those nights. I was devastated. My youngest was just a few months old.
Kimberly ReedPublished 6 years ago in HumansHow I Cured a Date's Erectile Dysfunction
#MyWorstDate A cute guy struck up a conversation with me while we were climbing the bouldering routes at the gym. Good beginning, right? Yeah, that’s where the story peaks.
Suzannah WeissPublished 6 years ago in HumansThis Is What You Came For
This Is What You Came For 2/1/2018 We broke up in February 2016 in the most horrible way, just few days shy of Valentines day, AND shortly after i had given him $150 towards his light bill. You see, although he claimed to “love” me, I didn’t have my own place, an amazing job, or a car and I could tell he was growing tired of having to be a man and take care of himself by himself. He couldn’t use me. It didn’t matter that I was faithful, truly cared about him and his opinions, and that, when I wasn’t with him, I was thinking of him. None of that mattered. You see, he was a 35 year old drug dealer from the hood and I was a 22 year old dental receptionist from the suburbs. He was the beast that jumped at prey and opportunity and I was the naive, lonely, broken hearted girl looking for real love. For a while we existed together, bound tightly by passion, excitement, and the sheer thrill of a new thing. Happiness lived between us until the night I had the audacity to go out with my girls after he had caught “feelings” for me. At first it was “Ok. have fun, hmu later” text messages but an hour later I was getting abusive paragraphs filled with bitch, hoe, and dick sucking. I got my party on and woke up the next day shocked and pissed at first, then hurt and sad then flattered and relieved that he was so scared of losing me that he couldn’t control himself. So with me being naive, as I mentioned earlier, he apologized and I forgave. Sadly though, after that even with all the bending and compromising I tried to do for him, every time we had a disagreement I became that bitch and hoe again and I took it, 1) because I cared about him and 2) because I believe in making up and fixing things not just giving up. So come February–7 months in, I believe–he’s acting as if we’d been married 10 years and I’m that can’t-get-it-right housewife that needs to be verbally chastised everyday. I couldn’t understand why, every time I tried to do what he said, things just got worse.