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Just trying to spread some light-hearted conversation and humor....would you please share with us your worst dating experience?

I had a horrible experience once....and it was entirely MY fault!!

There is a woman at church that I have dated in the past and sometimes we go out to dinner and a movie. One evening, after going to dinner at our usual place (Applebees), I asked her..."Would you like to go to a movie?" Of course, she said "yes" and off we went to the theater. We didn't have anything in particular that we wanted to see so we decided that we would make up our minds when we got there. We were wanting either something funny (for me) or something scary (for her).

When we got to the theater there wasn't anything available that didn't require an hour or more wait, so I just picked one that was getting ready to start and wouldn't require a long wait. Of course, she being the sweet woman that she is didn't argue and agreed to go to the movie I had picked....and so we went. It was a movie that was advertised as being very funny, so how could we go wrong?

Yep, the movie that I had picked was perhaps the most repulsive and rediculous movie ever put on film.....that's right....BORAT!!

What a disaster! The otherwise "perfect" evening turned into a night of "Let's not ever mention this to anyone."  And of course I've never gotten her to go to another movie with me again!


Well, so I'm not the smartest date out here....I've learned my lesson. But what about you, have you had similar "bad" experiences while on a date?

Please share....

Oh, goodness!  Borat is definitely NOT date material!

I didn't date much before I was married -- not at all, really.  If "A Date" is the fellow picking me up and taking me off to dinner and/or a move, or something like that, then I didn't do that until after I was married!

But -- once I did have a sort of a date -- I met up with a little boy I was fond of -- I suppose we were about 12 or 13 years old? -- I met him at  the Firemen's Fair, and we decided to ride the Ferris Wheel together.  How romantic, right?

Unfortunately I'd already in the previous few minutes ridden a couple of wilder rides, and just before that had eaten a supper of Mama's good shrimp stew over rice, back at home.

You know what happened.

Quote from: janine on Wed Jan 10, 2007 - 16:17:17
Oh, goodness!  Borat is definitely NOT date material!

I didn't date much before I was married -- not at all, really.  If "A Date" is the fellow picking me up and taking me off to dinner and/or a move, or something like that, then I didn't do that until after I was married!

But -- once I did have a sort of a date -- I met up with a little boy I was fond of -- I suppose we were about 12 or 13 years old? -- I met him at  the Firemen's Fair, and we decided to ride the Ferris Wheel together.  How romantic, right?

Unfortunately I'd already in the previous few minutes ridden a couple of wilder rides, and just before that had eaten a supper of Mama's good shrimp stew over rice, back at home.

You know what happened.

Well, did you hurl all over your date or are you just sharing some of your life's regrets?

I don't know that it was the "worst" dates, maybe the funniest, but I had met a guy while we were standing in line at the credit union on payday. We both worked for the phone co. I had a rule a guy couldn't call me that day for a date that day. I had kids I had to plan everything out for-sitter (though usually my parents), dinner, clothes, baths...

This guy, George, asked me for a date for a Friday night, many days in advance. A walk around Old Sac (Sacramento) and dinner after, was what he had planned for us. I bought a house 2 doors down from my parents. My mom knew they were watching my kids, my dad didn't, though no big deal.

George was to be at my home by 6pm. I got off work at 4, home by 4:20, so I had about 1 hour 45 minutes to get everything done for my 3 kids and me ready. My dad was outside doing some yardwork at his home. George parked in the street and went to the door and knocked. My dad asked George if he could help him and George asked for me. George could see my kids I had told him about, in the house. My dad, suspicious, told George Cheryl didn't live here. So George asked my dad questions about what he knew about me and my dad confirmed things to let George know they both were thinking of the same person.

I waited til 6:30, then went to my parents house to get my kids and bring them back home. I was in the kitchen telling my mom I was experiencing being "stood up" for the very first time. I told her all I knew about "George" and told her he had seemed like a pretty nice guy. I just couldn't believe he stood me up. I had even talked with him after I got off work that day.

During our conversation, my dad came into the kitchen to do whatever, overheard us and he just had such a surprised but guilty look on his face. He leaned up against the table to tell me he thought George seemed like a pretty decent and likeable guy. When I asked how he knew, he told me he had pulled up at my dad's house asking for me and my dad could tell this guy didn't know me that well, but did have "some" knowledge of me and George never mentioned he was there for a date, so my dad didn't give the guy any information to let him know I just lived 2 doors down.

George didn't call me until half way through the next week. When he called, I told him he had been at my dad's, not my house. My address was 6443 and my parent's was 6433 and there was 1 house between ours. So, we laughed about it, made another date with the same plans that Friday.

Same time crunch, less than 2 hours to get kids taken care of and me ready. I got home from work, kids were taking baths,  I was getting their clothes all ready, one of my friends calls me because her sister was going to be at the airport and her boyfriend had accidentally taken her keys to her car with him to work. He ran sound for a band so he couldn't leave.

I had 3 cars, so I drove to her house, picked her up and brought her to my house so she could borrow one of my cars. By the time we got back to my house, it was 6:30!!

I had taken my kids with me to pick up my friend, so no one was home at my house. My dad was in the family room and didn't hear the door bell when George went there, and my mom had gone to the grocery store. About 7, George called, I explained why I wasn't home and why no one answered the door at my parent's and we talked for awhile.

Then he just asked if he could just come over and sit in my living room for the evening so he would really know I really did want to have a date with him. I told him my kids were already home with me and I would not take them back to my parents on such short notice. He said OK and came over.  The 5 of us, him, me and my 3 kids had a blast! We played Twister, ate pizza and fixed banana splits.

We dated for about 4 months. Planning a date to Old Sac ended up being an "inside joke". One time a friend and her husband invited George and I to go to Old Sac for the evening and when I asked him he said "no, that will be the end of us for sure!!" We never made it to Old Sac.

Quote from: Mere Nick on Sat Jan 20, 2007 - 22:21:39

Quote from: janine on Wed Jan 10, 2007 - 16:17:17
... I met up with a little boy I was fond of -- I suppose we were about 12 or 13 years old? -- I met him at  the Firemen's Fair, and we decided to ride the Ferris Wheel together.  How romantic, right?

Unfortunately I'd already in the previous few minutes ridden a couple of wilder rides, and just before that had eaten a supper of Mama's good shrimp stew over rice, back at home.

You know what happened.

Well, did you hurl all over your date or are you just sharing some of your life's regrets?

No, I didn't exactly, neatly hurl on my date -- but I did, just as the ride hit its greatest speed a-whirling around, with great finesse and precision, distribute Mama's good shrimp stew evenly all over everyone on the whole Ferris wheel.  Including, of course, my date.  And my little sisters, who were also on the wheel, about opposite me around the circumference.  And the ride operator.  And probably the whole fairground and half the parish.

Janine, did that boy ever talk to you again?

I cannot recall if I ever saw him again to talk to him -- we went to the same schools at different times.

I do not imagine that I am looming very large on his mind today. Hee.

I don't know...
When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, a boy threw up in our classroom and I still remember it and still think bad thoughts about him and the incident when I am reminded of it. Back then we didn't have air conditioners in the classrooms and it was a hot day. Ugh, the smell!!

There wasn't a smell component, hah! Not out in the breezy sun and air on a Ferris wheel in the midst of a fairground, with all its smells.

It was just the idea, mostly.

This one isn't the worst. But was weird.
Didn't know this guy. He picked me up for a date to the movie (which, because of this weirdo, I don't do movies with people I don't know).
His car was filthy. When I opened the car door to get in his car, I had to wait for him to move stuff off the seat for me to be able to get in and sit down. The floorboard even had stuff on it. But he gave me an OK for me to put my feet on it. I don't remember the movie. We shared a popcorn (until I saw him tongue popcorn out of the container) and had our own drinks. We chit chatted on the way home. Sat in the car for a bit, then I went in. The next day, there was a bouquet of flowers on my car, with a note. Said he was so disappointed I didn't respond and put my hand in his at the movie. I didn't see the gesture, but wouldn't have responded to it that way anyway. Said he expected me to invite him in after the movie. I told him he wouldn't be invited in even before he even came to get me. Said he thought I was totally superficial with my conversations with him after the movie. Yep, I made up my mind little by little as the evening progressed that we would not be seeing each other again. I didn't understand the reason for the flowers...

Cool, I thought of another one. I met a guy at the grocery store. We were picking out tomatoes. I found one, as I went to put it in my plastic bag, this guy grabbed it from me and put it in his. He was funny. We talked. I ran across him down some other aisle. We talked more. At the checkout, he was in the line next to mine, we walked out together. I gave him my #. We talked for a couple weeks, always had good, fun talks. We met at a Dairy Queen, to decide what to do for our date. We went to a park with a 1 1/2 mile jogging (walking) track. Walked around it, sat on the swings and talked. Went home. I looked forward to our next date the next weekend. We talked every night, even more than once each night, for long periods. Friday, I met him at an ice cream place, to decide what we'd do for our date. We decided we'd go to an 89er's game (now the Redhawks, Rangers farm team). Oops, we had to stop by his place to get his ATM card to get more cash. I ran in with him to go to the little girls room. Came out of the bathroom and he was standing right there. I struggled with him and ran out the door. Met one of his neighbors who was weedeating his lawn and asked him if he'd take me home. This guy yelled out to me as I was hurrying to his neighbor's " If you leave me you're out of my life forever!!" That's right!!! Now, I don't do the inside of guys places I don't know."

Quote from: janine on Sun Jan 21, 2007 - 14:01:05

Quote from: Mere Nick on Sat Jan 20, 2007 - 22:21:39

Quote from: janine on Wed Jan 10, 2007 - 16:17:17
... I met up with a little boy I was fond of -- I suppose we were about 12 or 13 years old? -- I met him at  the Firemen's Fair, and we decided to ride the Ferris Wheel together.  How romantic, right?

Unfortunately I'd already in the previous few minutes ridden a couple of wilder rides, and just before that had eaten a supper of Mama's good shrimp stew over rice, back at home.

You know what happened.

Well, did you hurl all over your date or are you just sharing some of your life's regrets?

No, I didn't exactly, neatly hurl on my date -- but I did, just as the ride hit its greatest speed a-whirling around, with great finesse and precision, distribute Mama's good shrimp stew evenly all over everyone on the whole Ferris wheel.  Including, of course, my date.  And my little sisters, who were also on the wheel, about opposite me around the circumference.  And the ride operator.  And probably the whole fairground and half the parish.

That's way cool!!!  That certainly trumps my hurling on the teacher's desk in the third grade.  There's no doubt the guy recalls it and probably in greater detail than you.  My third grade detail certainly provided one of my children with details about being the barfee that I don't remember.

In short, folks around the parish probably know more about your pukefest than you yourself might be able to recall.

Quote from: msbradley on Sun Jan 21, 2007 - 19:44:33
I don't know...
When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, a boy threw up in our classroom and I still remember it and still think bad thoughts about him and the incident when I am reminded of it. Back then we didn't have air conditioners in the classrooms and it was a hot day. Ugh, the smell!!

I remember ol' Jimmy Best hurling like a fountain in the 1st grade.  That was 41 years ago.

My brother had a rough date a few years back.  A lady asked him out for Sadie Hawkins.  They were at a pub eating hot wings.  She excused herself to go to the restroom.  Some other ladies came and got him a few minutes later.  His date lay dead on the bathroom floor.  It really blew his mind when her family told him how crazy she was about him and he barely knew her.

Back when I was dating (a long, looooong time ago), my date ordered this HUGE mega drink, like a 60 ouncer or something, Mellow Yellow.  He had it on his tray and when he turned, it tipped and spilled all over everywhere.  He spent the next hour so embarassed that he wouldn't even talk to me, sat across the room and everything, wouldn't even look me in the eye.

Of course, I wound up marrying the big lug.  lol

Nah, we quit sodas years ago.

At least he didn't drink the whole thing and hurl it up on you.

That's easy.

I dated DH all the way through college, 'cept for one brief breakup. During that time, a couple of guys decided they wanted to fight for my attention.

One of them, I'll call "Jim," was 6'7, and wore size 7 shoes. His hands were smaller than mine. This made for an exceptionally clumsy guy. His feet weren't big enough for his body, so he was constantly tripping.

The other one, "Bob," was psychotic. He'd been rejected by my roommate, so he decided to turn his attention toward me.

I never figured out what the deal with these two was, but apparently they decided they'd get a friendly competition going to see who could get me first. One night I needed to go to the store, but my car was in the shop. Jim happened to be in the dorm, and he offered me a ride. I knew his feelings, but I decided I'd go. I didn't know Bob was waiting in the truck.

Now I forgot to mention that Bob was also well over six feet tall, and quite a bit huskier than Jim, who drove a tiny single-cab stick shift Ranger. So I found myself practically sitting on the gearshift, trying to make myself as skinny as humanly possible while these two giants hulked next to me.

We went to the store, where I made my purchases and looked forward to going back to my dorm and hiding. This was not to happen. Bob and Jim informed me that they were taking me to a movie. Scream, to be exact.

Now you should know that I am NOT a slasher-film fan. I hate them. A good ghost story is one thing, slashers are something else entirely. I get jumpy and jittery and want to puke. So I protested. Loudly.

I was ignored.

Thirty minutes later, I was in a crowded theater, watching a movie I didn't want to see, with two hulks sitting on either side of me - BOTH of whom were trying to get their arms around me at the same time! I got to hold the popcorn, and every time I reached in for a piece, one of the guys would. I guess they were hoping I'd fall for the grab-the-same-piece-of-popcorn-and-end-up-holding-hands trick. It didn't work.

Finally I surrendered the popcorn, and leaned forward to the very edge of the seat, hoping they'd take the hint. I also tried to sleep through the movie.

Needless to say, I didn't accept anymore rides to the store after that!

That's pretty scary, but is it really considered a date if you didn't consent.  Wasn't this more like kidnapping than a date?

Mandalee, I don't think I've laughed so hard all week!

Quote from: cab1974 on Fri Feb 02, 2007 - 08:36:02
That's pretty scary, but is it really considered a date if you didn't consent.  Wasn't this more like kidnapping than a date?

That's what I told everybody the next day! 

I remembered this tonight while I was freezing washing my car at the carwash.
Then, when I came here to post it, my story fits right in with mandalee's.
It wasn't really a worst  or a date, more of a funny time together. Well, he didn't think it was funny until later... My boyfriend and I took our cars to the carwash together, every weekend. Well, his was a high 4WD pickup and mine was a big Dodge Tradesman Van. He was tall, I wasn't, so he'd wash both of our cars, while I'd clean the insides. One time, he was being funny and brought the wand to the door and was going to open the car and spray me, so I locked the door real quick, but he got it open before it locked. I ran out of the car and he squirted me anyway.
I was now all wet, so I got in his truck and started cleaning it so I wouldn't get the inside of my van wet. I completely forgot he was being bad, and through his big side mirror, I saw him grabbing the door handle. Again, I tried to lock it first, but he opened the door and sprayed me while I jumped out of his truck. I just stayed out of both cars now that I was drenched. He eventually finished both cars. We each went to our cars to move them to the drying area, and at the same time found out we were locked out of our cars. This was in the 80's- no cell phones. He started griping, I was laughing. We started walking to his house to get his keys, I lived about 4 blocks away from him, so then we would walk to my house. On the way, he remembered he only had 1 house key, in his truck. So we decided we had to go to my mom's house  (2 doors from mine) because she had a key to my house and anyway, I had 2 more cars, so we would be able to drive back up to the carwash in another of mine. We start heading down my street and see that my mom isn't home.
So we're just having fun waiting for my mom to get home, probably an hour later. We head up to the carwash and the Sheriff's department is there. They thought we'd been abducted since there were 2 cars just sitting in 2 of the stalls.