My Worst Date
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My Worst Date
Telling this story is never fun unless you’re drunk—and I mean REALLY drunk, because then, at least, either you forget you’ve told the story or everybody else does. But I suppose everyone has a least one awful date story in their lives, and what fun would it be if no one shared them? So, here goes nothing.
By Lowri Jones8 years ago in Humans
Six Minutes of Insanity
On Wednesday night, I participated in Speed Dating for the first time. The night was so interesting I had to share my story. Unfortunately, I do not have any accompanying pictures, but you can use your own imagination to imagine what my “dates” looked like, along with the hilarious predicaments I found myself in.
By Deborah Scott8 years ago in Humans
#MyWorstDate
These days I'm not too positive what constitutes a date exactly. But I am gonna go ahead and count this. First a little background; at the time of this story, I was 20 years old, going through a breakup with a slightly abusive man who I'd moved back to Arizona for and just generally unhappy in my life and relationships especially. I was working at the Olive Garden in Scottsdale, Arizona as a waitress (and doing very poorly I might add).
By Taylor Parker8 years ago in Humans
Yes, Two Guys Can Just Be Friends #MyWorstDate
Hi, I’m E.J., I’m queer (specifically, pan), and I’m also transgender. I identify as male, people use my preferred name and pronouns, and I came out to everyone in my life halfway through 2016, so it’s been a year and a half now. And I’d like to say I pass decently when I really want to.
By Elijah James8 years ago in Humans
Homecoming
Crissy revealed herself to me first as a mirage. I saw her first as I'd always known her; that slight, black-clad, sullen little girl with her black hair pulled taut in a ponytail, and that blended in to who she was now. She still had the same facial structure and her hair was still midnight black, but she was older now. No Sepultura T-shirt and ripped jeans tonight. Instead, she wore a black blouse, knee high skirt, and fishnet stockings, and her hair was down, loose, and flowing over her shoulders, hiding the Egyptian ankh hovering around her collarbones. It took me a second to see what she'd been reading when I came in, but I frowned nonetheless. I'd never heard of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, and I had only the most basic idea of what an archipelago was, let alone a gulag.
By Joseph Morton8 years ago in Humans
You Never Know Who They Are... Until It's Almost Too Late
There was this very popular guy in my town, well known for his humor. A tall, Black man, completely bald (which I later found out after he removed his hat). He was all over my Facebook, friends tagging him in everything or commenting on his videos and pictures. He wasn't the cleanest cut guy I had ever met but he was very funny. He was that charming type of funny. Or so I thought. He had been frequently liking and commenting on my pictures and videos on Facebook right before I heard my Messenger App ding.
By Brandy Geers8 years ago in Humans
Worst Date Ever: Rage of a Murderous Crackhead
To tell the story of the worst date I can remember, I'd have to go back quite a ways. Twelve years to be exact. I had just gotten out of college and was a bit of a lost soul. The problems with this date stemmed just as much from my poor judgment at the time as her apparent insanity. I was willing to date any reasonably attractive girl willing to make time for me. Character? Integrity? Class? What are those things? I just needed to find her reasonably attractive. I must also confess I am admitting things in this story that I am not exactly proud of. There are multiple things I would have loved to have done differently as I recount this foolish tale of my younger self and a crazy woman. But those details factor into the plot though and I cannot tell the story without them. So full disclosure, here we go.
By The Big Apple Sports Guy8 years ago in Humans














