First dates are a little dicey. Doubly so when it's a blind date. Make it a double date on top of it and you're talking about four times the dicey-ness. And, as far as dicey goes, it goes off the charts when it turns out that you know your friend's date. Know him very well.
I've been on a few dates with guys who work in "finance" — as in, they can't explain to me in 10 words or less what it is exactly that they do with all those numbers and dollar signs all day long. I'm always initially attracted to them because of the way they can rock a suit, a la Barney Stinson, and how they exude so much confidence and purpose in what they do. But as soon as that tie is loosened and that second Jack-and-Coke is dry, their horns come out.
It was a classic set-up, my friend's boyfriend's friend needed a date. The two guys showed up and were already a little boozy. My friend and her boyfriend sneaked off and I was left with a drunk fella. And then his vomiting. I decided not to move to the second phase of the date and somehow I was the bad guy...
Recently I went out with a friend of a friend. He was English. I mean, how bad could he be? But that was before he showed up, late and unshowered, and moved our date from a 5-star restaurant to a coffee shop. After making suggestive comments about my chest, he popped his feet into my lap and said to tickle away. Yes, these are the men I date.
When I was living in NYC in early 2009 I met this cop from Queens at a jazz bar I used to sing in. I wasn't so sure if there was much of an attraction physically speaking but I was diggin' the whole cop thing. But a boring dinner gave way to some extreme pushiness, disparaging comments about my neighborhood and insults to my neighbor.
The thought, "Oh God, he has to hate me," is never a good sign during a first date. But when you're two hours late and he hasn't responded to your last text, it's not possible to think of anything else. A set of circumstances conspired to make me late to a date and when I got there, my date had been drinking heavily, very heavily. What happens when chronic lateness and too much booze get in the way of really good thing.
I met Philip while out recruiting contestants for Blind Date. Once he told me he went to Vassar, I knew he'd never do the show. Instead, I kept him for myself. I looked extra cute and Philip seemed really into me. It was perfect. Well, almost. That morning, I had accidentally eaten some bad pineapple. Having never dealt with bad fruit toots, I didn't know what to expect from my Hawaiian friend. Looking at me you'd have never guessed the turmoil I was experiencing, but internally it was a dating disaster in the making.
Michelle Haimoff shares a hilarious story about being attracted to her Jewish cousin and then going through a night of missteps and humiliation, including a last-minute kiss before Grandma shows up at the door. What's the lesson to be learned? That dating and family definitely don't mix.
Online dating is hard enough without all the risks of what could go wrong. From deceptive pictures to insincere motives, Jessica Adams has gone through it all. She shares in this hilarious account how one prospective match, a promising sociology student, turned out to be less than desirable.