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What Could Go Wrong? #MyWorstDate
What really constitutes a bad date? Is it the person you go with? Is it the choice of where you go/what you do? Is it a combination of the two? I'd lean towards the latter myself. In today's world, with the rise of Tinder and online dating, it's never been easier to connect with people and get a sense of who they are before meeting for that nerve-shredding first date.
By Peter Ellis8 years ago in Humans
My Worst Date Ever
I’ve pretty much been swiping on Tinder for a whole year until I met my cute dumpling that I have right now. Unfortunately, I met a few bad eggs along the way, and I regret them so. The worst date I’ve ever had consisted of me meeting this Korean guy that I'd been talking to online. His name was Min, and he was rashly handsome and sweet, based on his profile and our conversations. He ended up asking me out, and I agreed to go driving with him and have dinner. Well, these are not the events that occurred that night. First of all, when he arrived, I opened the door to find him way shorter than he said he was, but I’m no newbie to online dating so I always suspect it. Anyways, we greeted each other awkwardly, like any first online meet-up, but then things changed. I was getting ready to walk out the door and this dude just goes in my room and gets comfy. My first immediate thought is, “WTF, I wanted food,” because I hadn’t eaten yet. Second thought was, “why TF is he in my room?” but I’m no idiot. Eventually, I walk in the room and see him watching Rick and Morty, I had left it on when I was waiting for him; this was not a part of my plan. I was honestly a little irritated because this dude starts talking about Rick and Morty and laying on my floor like he’s not going anywhere. Soon enough, I gave up and just told myself that I’d eat when he leaves, because he started to talk to me vigorously with very bad breath and I wasn’t having that. So he’s laying on the floor and I just go to lay on my bed—I have a Korean-style futon that sits on the floor—but then he gets up! He gets up and lays next to me in my bed, and I’m just like, “ew, no,” and I kinda move, but he moves closer. I then realized what he wanted and I honestly wasn’t into it because he just had really bad breath and began to be really clingy. He already lied about his height, didn’t take me out to eat, and to make things worse, he wore hiking boots with joggers when he came over. As I’m growing more and more irritated, this little man decides to make a jump on me and he starts taking off his pants and I’m just frozen like a statue because in a flash, all I saw was a pubic bush the size of a volleyball. With his giant bush, you couldn’t even see his penis, and I was trying so hard not to laugh because I’m not the type of girl to make fun of a guy, but then he said it.
By Brianna Penrod8 years ago in Humans
Friends
On the few occasions I had alone to myself, I'd often sit and wonder what my life would be like if I had acted differently back in high school. If I had left behind those toxic people as soon as I had known them to be toxic. Surely I would have no one, since I was never really one to make my own friends. The people I did talk with, I only knew by association. This I found, always made me a second class friend, or a low priority. I have made maybe two or three friends on my own, all of which I am still close with; but the others always drifted and seemed to take anyone else's side before they would ever take mine. In my few acts of quiet defiance, I would slip away from the lunch table and fail to return for a number of weeks—an absence that would more often than not go unnoticed, as though I was a ghost that no one could see anyways. Of course time passes and things blow over until the next thing comes along and bends the fabric of any chemistry I had with anyone. It has been a sort of cycle that I've become accustomed to. Unfortunately, I have become all to comfortable being left out, forgotten, and all but invisible to those I choose to place myself with.
By Adrien Stillwell8 years ago in Humans
The One and Only
Winter was in full effect, Christmas literally being days away. The temperature was nice for Arizona. Of course, such comments as “ARE YOU KIDDING?! IT’S FREEZING HERE!” were uttered, when in all reality, it was only 60 degrees outside. Families were preparing for Christmas celebrations and traditions, while one particular young teen was preparing to meet the girl he had been dreaming about meeting for months. Oh, what a day, you know? Sweaty palms, constantly having to wipe the sweat from your forehead, and making sure you looked somewhat decent and presentable, without looking like a weirdo for trying to wear a suit on the first date, how ironic.
By Bradly Johnson8 years ago in Humans
My Worst Date
To pinpoint a singular moment in which I can call my "worst date ever" is an arduous task, as I am an exceptionally awkward person, and subsequently, I’ve had numerous bad dates. However, for the sake of this competition, I’ll disclose my most well-received anecdote.
By Josh A. Gutkin8 years ago in Humans
There Goes My Life
I remember it all. I remember when I lost you. When I felt you slip away from me. I remember when I first got you. When you leaned in, in the middle of the night, like a dream, like life had finally decided to let me win and give me someone as wonderful as you. I remember when I thought I'd secured you. When I thought you were finally mine. Our months of partnership. I had finally met my match. My heart had finally been won. My days of searching were finally through. I remember when we first kissed. When I told you after doing this, nothing would ever be the same. And you wanted to anyway. I wanted to anyway. And nothing was ever the same.
By C.G. Remmet8 years ago in Humans
Life's Unexpected Visit With Change
No two days are ever the same. Life is ever changing, sometimes knocking us to the ground in disbelief, anxiety and anger. We are never truly prepared for the seemingly unwarranted modifications to our daily routines; but life’s changes are inevitable, so we must learn to deal with them with our heads fixed to our necks and shoulders and with the right attitude. Denying change will not eliminate the change. Therefore, we need to be quick on our feet, yet approaching the alteration with a kind of clandestine mindfulness to manipulate or trick the negative, looming effects of the change.
By The Amaranthine Pen8 years ago in Humans
