It was our first date and she wanted to up the ante. We went to a hotel with kinky "special equipment" in the basement. It turns out that I wasn't as advanced as she would have like. Also, my muffler got broken.
The first date was good, if uneventful. But things started getting weird on the second date. Talk about abortion, the opposite of generosity, a phone call taken and, oh, he was married.
I have a type: the scruffy, sensitive man's man. A yoga epiphany about meeting this guy came through when I met Josh. After our first date, things were great. But two minutes into date number two, I realized I had a problem. Rather, Josh had a problem: he smelled really bad.
To most young men, the worst dating disaster is when you can't get any dates at all. However, mine had to be at least as traumatic. I had dates with two different young women for one New Year's Eve celebration.
My female friends always think my mad love of sports will consistently win the hearts of guys the world over. For some reason, they believe this is the magical key that will make men utter, "Marry me" on the first date. Ha. They're always in for a surprise when I tell them negative reactions usually ensue.
I love baseball and when this handsome, successful guy asked me to a game I was thrilled. But a few beers and bad calls later, I was all over the umpire like white on rice. He did not take kindly to my abuse of the officials.
He was a cool bartender. We met and there were sparks. But he was such a cool guy that his ex-girlfriend didn't want to let him go. And seemed to have refused to.
Your heart beats faster. You can hear your blood pulsing in your veins. Every time he even looks at you, you feel a burst of energy. Could it be? Are you in love?
I was with my mum in the mall, when my mum wanted to go to the toilet, so I walked her there and waited outside. This guy came up to me and asked me if he could use my cell phone to call him own phone to check if it was working. Of course, I saw past that excuse and didn't hesitate as he was incredibly good-looking.
The first date was going well. It could have involved more kissing. Then it got weird. But the red flags were ignored and 12 months later that date finally ended.
It was a great date. A drive in a classic car, a wonderful dinner, drinks, kissing, a view of the Golden Gate Bridge and then an apparently unforgivable faux pas.
I usually don't go out with a guy I meet online before I see what he looks like. I usually ask to do camera to camera, but this time, I looked like a mess, so I exchanged numbers with one guy and we talked for 10 minutes through the phone. He seemed nice, so we arranged to meet the next day for coffee. We decided to meet in Jabal Amman in front of this nice, old café.
My type, blue-collar younger guys, was not paying any dividends. So, while at Starbucks I decided to go against my better instincts and chat with a more uptown kind of guy. He joked that he was in the witness protection program. Though I wasn't sure it was right for me, we set up a date. But that was before Google informed me that he might have been joking about witness protection...
On a whim a few years ago, my friend Dave and I posted a YouTube video in which we invited women to double date us. In the months to follow, we would embark on over 200 double dates together, many of which would provide us with horror stories for our live comedy show. However, none were a bigger disappointment than one I experienced on my own.
"I am not going on this trip as some sort of half-baked internet blind date and I know you're not going on it to get into my pants." Thus spoke my road trip companion in a last-minute attempt to calm my nerves over what I was increasingly realizing sounded like a hare-brained plan—spend a week driving across the country with a man I knew only through social media.