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
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When people talk about having the worst date ever it usually goes something like he or she was so rude, he or she was ugly, they looked nothing like their picture, the person was a narcissist, they were boring, or they didn’t pay for dinner. Well this unfortunate tale is nothing like that.
By ashley caballero8 years ago in Humans
Raging Richard
Imagine a young, reasonably attractive, shorter than expected male, with the personality of Victor Meldrew on steroids. Now, for those of you who are unfamiliar with our Vickers, he was an old man who moaned about everything, usually with the phrase “I don’t believe it!!”
By Anna Brown8 years ago in Humans
Maynard's Brother?
When I was still a mostly innocent adult-type person, long ago, I lived in another world called Kalamazoo, Michigan, where you can buy t-shirts that literally say, “Yes, there really is a Kalamazoo,” where the public library has a large piece of artwork that proudly displays the meaningful message: “Tattoo Sue from Kalamazoo Plays a Mean Kazoo”, the only city where Primus will open their concert set, with “A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H… I got a gal…” (sing it with me if you know it) “from Kalamazoo…” I was a freshman at Western Michigan University (go Broncos!), and I had not yet learned that frat parties for me, would be fraught with nothing but terribly awkward social interactions, gyrating hips, men with too-grabby hands, and awful music. Hence, one night, I found myself at one of these disturbing events.
By Kristy Loxton8 years ago in Humans
My Worst Date
#MyWorstDate It was in October, and I was still in my first semester of a university of my first year. I was dating a boy that was still in high school, and I went away to continue my education, so it was a long-distance relationship. The distance wasn't so bad, as it was only a couple of hours away, but we tried to make it work.
By Ashley Tobin8 years ago in Humans
Crass, Crocs, and Confessions... Oh My!
It seems online dating is the way of the future for humans to meet and hook up these days. Through the help of Match.com and eHarmony, the socially handicapped have a chance at finding that special someone, and hooking up is easier than ever with the advent of phone apps like Tinder. We can connect with each other faster and conduct entire relationships solely over the Internet. So why is dating still so damn hard?
By Ashley Kent8 years ago in Humans
The Hairdresser Girl: A Date Horror Story
#MyWorstDate It was a cold November evening In the Midwest, the kind of weather that brings out the mufflers and the desperate lovers. I'd just gotten off work but was pretty excited. We had been looking forward to this for several days now. Our first online interaction was on OkCupid and we found through a week of chatting that we shared quite a few common interests. Ergo the anticipation. The place I'd chosen was a quaint Indian restaurant in Omaha that served the best curry I'd had in the Midwest. Not to mention the decor and people set me right at ease making even bad dates quite palatable (not that I expected anything untoward but more on that later). I'd chosen a nice blue sports coat for this date with oxfords, they were kinda my go to kit for a semi-casual evening. Preppie? Yes. But I've always believed that first impressions are important. After all, who would like Mr Rochester or Mr Darcy if not for impeccable clothing and even more impeccable manners? However, my penchant for Victorian customs aside, onto the story. 5 PM was the time we'd chosen to meet and I was there by 5:15. Generally, I try to be early but the traffic was really bad that day. Surprise, surprise she wasn't there. Samantha worked as a hairdresser though, so sometimes she'd get clients at odd hours. I chose to make myself comfortable. Ordered a nice appetizer and got some bread to keep me busy. Unfortunately, she decided to break even the age old principle of 'fashionably late' and showed up at a whopping hour and half after our designated time. "So sorry, had this rich old hag that needed the full treatment, so how are you doing? Lovely to meet you at last." I took in her appearance. Brown chestnut hair, frizzled like crazy, an Iron Maiden t-shirt with a brown jacket, and some ripped jeans. Now, I'm sure that in any other circumstances this would have been appropriate, but evening wear at a nice restaurant, it was not. I, however, endeavored to be non-judgmental (I can hear how judgmental that sounds but we all have our faults).
By Abdullah Masood8 years ago in Humans
