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A graveyard. We weren't visiting anyone in particular at the cemetery, we just went. And made out under a tree. WHY?! |
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Mine would have to be on my first real introduction to the wacky world of online dating, a few years ago. I'd posted a profile on Yahoo! Personals, and immediately became swamped by responses (my profile was friendly and pretty generic: tip to those who want quantity, not quality). One of them seemed like a pretty nice guy, so after exchanging perhaps 1 e-mail, we met up in person for dinner at a local bar/pub. It was a low-key, sports-bar-ish place. My attitude to online dating at the time was that the best thing was to meet up in person: Chemistry always wins hands-down. Or so I thought. Over dinner, I told him what I do for a living (I'm an educator), to which he replied that he didn't believe in school and education. Awkward pause. He asked if I liked watching football. I said I don't really know much about it but I could always give it a try. His response, "I watch it all the time; my favourite team is XYZ, they're in the finals this year (or whatever it's called); and their running back's ABC, the quarterback had a knee injury in April of this year..." and on and on without pause for the next 20 minutes. At first I was polite and made "oh?" sounds, but then I stopped responding entirely. He didn't notice. Most of the rest of the hour it took to be served and finish our meals were passed in silence. After dinner, I wasn't sure what to do, so I offered to go for a brief walk in the neighbourhood. He declined. I figured, "oh well." I started to thank him for meeting up, and he interrupted me and asked, "so, how was it?" Flustered, I decided to be honest: "I think we can only be friends. I'm sorry." No reaction on his part, a polite smile, we shook hands, parted ways. The next day, he e-mails me and asks me what my intentions are, because he is interested in getting married. And that was probably still my worst date, ever. |
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Once I went on a date with a guy who was taking me to see an art exhibit that I really wanted to see. But he didn't buy tickets in advance, so we had to stand in line for and HOUR AND A HALF only to be told the people in front of us got the last tickets. And the whole time he barely spoke. Then I decided to salvage the date and take him on a tour of the museum (sans the exhibit of course) and show him my favorite paintings. I was an art history minor, so I toured him around and told him all the cool stories I knew thinking we would have some interesting conversation, but he still said nothing. And when we got to the room where my absolute favorite painting ever is, I asked him to guess which one and he pointed to MY FAVORITE painting and said: "Ugh, I hope its not that one." The only complete sentence he spoke the whole date. That was it. I walked out and took a cab home. |
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I once went out with a guy for the first--and last--time because of something i did. Or rather, my dog. My date drove to my apt in NYC, and I ran down to help him find a parking space. Unfortunately, I left the door to my apt slightly ajar. My large, 100-lb dog got out of my apt and just as he was passing my downstairs neighbors' door, their babysitter opened the door. He's a friendly dog, and went to the door. He's also very forward. He nosed his way in and got into the apt--where he found their pet rabbit. He somehow knocked the rabbit's cage to the ground, the door flew open, and the rabbit tried to get away. Tried. He caught it and killed it. In front of the kids. Ugh. I came back up to mayhem with the new guy (after we found a parking spot). He stuck around for a bit to try to help out, but after he left, I never heard from him again. Can't say I'm surprised. It was a nightmare, and I probably seemed like the psycho dog lady. |
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haha he thought her nails were fake. even if they were, you don't touch her nails to make sure! back in my mid-twenties i had some pretty bad dates. mostly from internet dating. and none with my finace, of course ;). the worst one, i think, was the guy who kept mentioning his penis all night. he would make oblique references to its size--he said something about the lengths of the salad and dinner forks and how he knew something that would blow them out of the water--and he kept looking at his lap. not kidding. needless to say, we did not go out again. and i never found out how his... member... measured up. ha. |
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This happened to a friend of a friend. She met a guy online, and they decided to go for a run together in Central Park. He showed up 40lbs and 15 years older than he'd claimed, yet they proceeded on their run. Just as the woman was pondering exactly how to ditch the guy, he started sprinting ahead of her, rounded a bend and was never heard from again. Bad date... great story! |
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Last year I went on a date with a guy I had met at a bar one night. I must have been pretty gone because I gave him my number and when he called to ask me out, I could barely remember what he looked like. I decided to go for it because I remembered how much fun I had with him that night. So basically, this was a blind date. Anyways, we decided to go see a movie and before pulling into the theater, my date stopped at a gas station. I thought he just wanted to get some cheap snacks to smuggle in. Instead, he grabbed four PBR tall boys--two for me, two for him. Reeeallll classy. |
A friend of YourTango, who shall go unnamed, went on a blind date with a man whose appearance she compared to a bad version of Woody Allen. (Great if you're into geeks—if not, well, hopefully he had other assets.)
As they were eating dinner our friend put her hand on the table, and her date noticed her lovely nails—so far so good—after all, it's nice when men notice the effort you put into little details. But instead of expressing his admiration and leaving it at that, Mr. Inquisitive asked if said nails were real. Perhaps a compliment, as nails and polish chip easily and it can be hard to maintain a perfect 10. Our friend answered yes, indeed, her nails were real.
But that wasn't enough for her date! The disbeliever needed physical proof, so he reached across the table, grabbed her hand and put her nails in his mouth. Talk about behavior getting out of hand!
Readers, can you top this? What's the rudest or most uncomfortable thing a guy's ever done on a date? What else makes for a bad date?