My Worst Date
Maybe it was an unbelievable blind date, or an anonymous hook-up with a twist. Submit your Worst Date stories today! Sponsored by O.school
I Went on a Date with a Man That Had an English Accent.
#MyWorstDate I should’ve known it was destined for disaster, but he worked for a top-notch music producer, so I agreed to go on a date with him. I guess I can’t really say I regret it, because otherwise I wouldn’t have this story to tell.
By Barbara Spoor8 years ago in Humans
First Is the Worst
Though I am unsure which to feel worse about, #MyWorstDate was also my first date. The only silver lining is that I was able to get both out of the way in one mortifying evening. Many of the finer details are fuzzy, blurred by years of attempts at repression. However, the main points are still very clear.
By Jeffery Paul8 years ago in Humans
A Grander View #MyWorstDate
Gold bottles with ace of spades logos sat cozy in buckets of ice on the table. A posh restaurant in Newark, Delaware allowed for the Lady and the Gentleman to enjoy a meal together for the second time. The Lady, redbone with curly blonde hair, wore a plain black dress. The Gentleman, dark-skinned, sported diamond cufflinks and a navy silk suit and tie. From a distance, it would appear as if the couple exchanged sweet nothings and words of affection. This vision veered from what actually occurred.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Humans
Why I Couldn't Listen to Tracy Chapman for Years
#MyWorstDate I met her at an open mic, at the Red Light Cafe, which was virtually my living room. I spent practically all of my time there, either playing my guitar, or listening to others play music. Her name was Jennifer. I had just played my set, which happened to include a song I had written, called "Jennifer." I had written it a few years ago, while living in Winter Park, Florida, attending audio engineering school. I would call prospective students and talk to them about the program. One night, I called a girl named Jennifer, and soon we were engaging in a hours of conversations. So I wrote her a love song, which I played several years later, at an open mic in Atlanta, where another Jennifer (this Jennifer) heard it... and was quite taken by it, and by me. We started dating. I soon learned that she suffered from clinical depression. And this played a big part in the worst date ever, which left me not able to listen to Tracy Chapman, for years.We showed up at a concert in Atlanta—Charlie Hunter Quartet with Tracy Chapman opening. They were supposed to have comp tickets at the door for her, but when we got to the window, they didn't have her name or any record of this. She burst into tears. That started things on a downward spiral. I actually bought two tickets for twenty bucks from someone in the parking lot. She refused to go to the show and began walking off into the hood, into one of the worst parts of town in Atlanta. Being concerned for her safety, I followed her. This she did not like at all, and she let me know as much. Then, as if things couldn't have gotten any worse, it began to rain. I could hear Tracy Chapman singing from a distance, from the concert we should have been at. It began to get dark. Still, I followed her at a distance, as she just blindly walked off in no particular direction. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, we made it back to where the buses were as the concert ended. I rode with her all the way back to Decatur, and even made sure she made it safely home. As we passed Eddie's Attic, she ripped some flowers from pots and threw them at me, not to mention all the lovely verbal comments being directed at me throughout the evening.
By Victor Johnson8 years ago in Humans
Mother Trucker
#MyWorstDate I’ve never known how to play house. I don’t know how to be the girl that you bring home to Mom. Luckily, Avery didn’t bring me home to meet his mother, his mother met us at a bar. If I had known, I wouldn’t have drank a 40 in the car in the parking lot of Flint Woods. Flint Woods, where I used to run cross country workouts. It looked so different in the dark from the windows of Avery’s car, like something from a horror flick. I found myself listening intently for the scraping of hook handed men against the car door. I heard nothing but the trap music radiating from Avery’s speakers. Avery threw his can out the window. I wondered which runner would end up with it stuck to the bottom of their Mizuno sneakers come tomorrow afternoon.
By Aliza Dube8 years ago in Humans
The Worst Date I've Ever Been On
I've been on a lot of bad dates. I've had guys ditch me mid-date because of my waist size, I had one date who erupted into a ball of rage at random, and yes, I've also had one date who thought it was appropriate to show up four hours late and drunk.
By Sasha Konikovo8 years ago in Humans
A Prom Story
Everyone knows that the pinnacle of the high school experience usually revolves around prom. Apparently, people put so much effort and thought into it in order to make it just like the movies. I don't think that many people realize that the movies are just a very fictional version of reality. Prom isn't this big party where everyone drinks and has fun dancing the night away. However, it is a giant overrated dance where people spend way too much money, more than they should. Some people, like me, never would have thought about even going to prom. But I did. Twice.
By Katie Drummond8 years ago in Humans
Crashes Through Houses
As a single mom on the online dating scene, I had my fair share of bad dates. There were some real doozies. There was the one where he showed up looking like a completely different person than his profile pic; as in different build, different hair color, different face, etc. The one where he was wearing white athletic socks with black dress shoes and shorts. There was the one where he took me to an art exhibit and the artist happened to be one I’d posed nude for in college. There was the one were I got way too drunk and woke up in a huge house with an airplane parked out back, but it turned out it wasn’t his house or his airplane. I think the one that stands out, though, is the one my friends and I still refer to as “Mr. Crashes Through Houses.” We’ll call him Crash.
By Amy Doodle8 years ago in Humans
Never Date a Kangaroo
It’s always trivial when a man brings you to an ethnic restaurant of his said culture, and openly speaks a language you don’t understand to other guests in the dining room. If I had the option to redefine rude, I would file this under the description without blinking. This happened to me on a first date with a total stranger, and I have to say although the food was great, I left with a bad taste in my mouth. Finding out that he was trying to invite our waitress to have a threesome with us later that evening is a whole other story. Kudos to him for thinking he could make it that far, though.
By Melissa Santell8 years ago in Humans
At First I Thought I Loved Her!
Glory be to God — but it’s Gloria I’m writing about, and it’s a little scary! We first met at Universal City, where Gloria had a bit-part in a film and I was hoping to interview a feisty English actress for a US magazine. I was very taken by Gloria when I first saw her. She had a great figure with incredible legs and dark eyes that drew you to her in the hope that one might discover a little more about this amazing woman.
By Phil Rowan8 years ago in Humans
