Question: What Is The Worst Date You've Been On?
I surprisingly haven't gone on too many bad dates in my lifetime. None that particularly came to mind when I read this question. After I thought about it a little longer I remembered a few instances on dates that stick out. Some of these turned out a little better than the others.
#1
During college I once when on a date with this guy (whose name I don't even remember anymore) and he said he would take me out to eat anywhere I wanted. Naturally I chose Subway. :) I met this guy one night at Perkins. I was drunk, I was with four girlfriends three of which were also drunk. We were sitting at our table and had already ordered and we were just waiting for our food to get to us. We weren't exactly a quiet bunch, but what can you expect at 3 AM on a Saturday night (Sunday morning?). So we were sandwiched between two other booths of drunkards. The table behind us had a few dudes, and the booth in front of us a few chicks. Well the guys behind us somehow managed to squeeze into our already-full booth. To make the story short one of them left with my number. The fact that these guys sat at our table, instead of the other table full of drunk girls, must have pissed them off because after the guys left they came over to our table and started SCREAMING at us, pulled one of my friend's hair, threw a glass of water all over our table, basically just causing a giant scene. It was bad enough that an off duty policeman came up and escorted them out to their car and asked if we wanted to press charges. We said no we just wanted our damn bacon! Haha. Anyway, back to the story. That was the night I met this guy. So where was I? Subway, that's right. So then after Subway he decides we should rent a movie. So we do. I picked it, it was...oh I don't know, it's not really relevant to the story. So we are sitting there on his couch and he leans in to kiss me, and then instead of kissing me he backs away and says to me "You aren't really 21 are you?" Um, excuse me? Of course I'm really 21. He doesn't believe me and claims that I look way too young to be 21, that I look 17, maybe 18. He feels like a pedophile. I tell him "no dude, I promise I'm 21". That's when he asks to see my ID. That's when I also show it to him and leave. Awkward. Really? Who gets ID'ed on a date?
#2
I was in high school working my nights away at Hy-Vee, a chain grocery store in the midwest . My friend Liz got off work a few hours earlier than me and her bf and his best friend came in to pick her up at the end of her shift. Her boyfriend's friend? Total hottie. He must have thought the same about me too because they come back in an hour before I got off work, buying nothing but a pack of sharpie permanent markers and a TON of post it notes. They got all tight lipped when I asked what they were planning on doing with them. Once I got off work I figured out their plan. They had written on every single one of those post its and posted them all over and completely covering my car. They had things written on them like "XXX thinks you have gorgeous eyes" and "XXX won't take "NO" for an answer on your date tonight" etc etc. Then as I'm standing there reading all of these a guy jumps out of a car and throws me into the backseat and the car goes flying off. I've been kidnapped! Don't worry, it was just Liz, her boyfriend, and that guy hottie. He took me bowling. We had a blast. Later that night XXX joined into a conversation Liz and I were having about "Joella Day" (A day where all my friends gave me presents and tried to cheer me up because I was struggling with a bad situation in my life at the time). During a pause in the conversation he says "So what's a Joella? That's a kind of fish, right?" Um, no douche bag, that's my name. A type of fish, really? Wow. Never heard that one before. I still went on another date with him after that, and another after that, went to prom with him, and even continued dating him for a few months. He's married now, let's just hope he remembers her name a little better. Haha.
#3
Nate. Dear dear Nathan. My friend Sarah was dating/is dating this guy named Frank. Sarah and Frank had a date. Or so she thought. Until Frank told her he invited Nathan. Well, if "Frank thought she wasn't also going to invite a friend to their "now ruined date" he was wrong". That's where I came in. She gave me Nate's number so we could chit chat before that fateful night. So we did. A lot. We were all meeting at this little dive bar Friday night. Me, Sarah, and Frank were all there waiting for Nathan to get off work and meet us. He comes in...and ignores me for the first ten minutes. Awkward. Especially considering how much we had been talking the few days prior. Then the guys decide we need to play foosball. I just want to point out Nathan had maybe said a grand total of 10 words to me at this point. So what were the teams? Sarah and Frank vs. Nate and Ella. Lucky me. I suck at foosball. Hard. After we finish the first game, with us scoring a whole 0 points, he looks at me with a straight face and says "I judge people based on their foosball skills, and you REALLY suck at it". I give him an angry glare and drag Sarah to the bathroom. "I don't like your little friend. He's an asshole, a real prick". "No he's not, Ella! This guy carried me up 3 flights of stairs last weekend, all the way into his bathroom because I was too drunk to make it on my own! Give him the rest of the night! You'll change your opinion I promise! He's probably just nervous or something!". Fine, Sarah, you win. But just because if it were the other way around I'd want you to stay. Next we play shuffleboard. I rocked at it. He was horrible at it. HORRIBLE! So I say to him "You know, I judge people based on their shuffleboard skills, and you really suck at it". Those must have been the magic words. He looked at me like "Wow, did this girl really have the guts to say that to me?". Then he asked me what I was drinking and if he could get me another. We stayed up until 7 AM talking that night. He took me out 27 of the next 30 days, planning all kinds of dates for us before finally asking if I would be his girlfriend. And he still takes me out to do fun things.Like, oh hey, want to go to Austin? And on Friday he's teaching me how to shoot a gun. Tonight he's bringing me ice cream when he comes home from work. He's been a key player in finding me a psychology job (probably putting more effort into it than me). We even have our own tradition: every Sunday (that I don't work) we have Bloody Marys for breakfast. He likes the bacon ones, I like the original ones. We always add extra pepper. Him and my dad have drunkenly shared embarrassing-stories-about-Joella with each other after maybe one too many margaritas. Dad went on vacation and bought Nate a present. And so Sarah, thank you for keeping him from being another story about a bad date. You were right. I would change my opinion about him. Good job. I knew we were friends for a reason.
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