Met a guy online and started messaging; after a week or so they agreed to meet for coffee. She gets a text from her date saying he's going to be a few minutes late; could she do him a favour and get him a mug of hot water? She agrees; is a little confused, but gets some hot water and sits back down. Guy arrives, thanks her for getting the water then reaches into his pocket and pulls out HIS OWN TEA BAG. He looks at her and says "I hate paying for tea in places like this! They totally over charge, so I bring my own."
Friend looks at the menu and sees that a tea is $1.25...Yup, guy was too cheap to spend a dollar freakin' twenty-five on tea. Not only that, he made her get his hot water. He also called her foolish and frivolous for spending money on "fancy coffee."
Friend left, and the guy messaged her for several weeks wanting to know why. I think the entire date lasted a total of 5 minutes.
This was by far the most terrifying/hilarious date I had ever been on. Years ago, when I was a junior in high school. He was in college. We had been texting casually for a few weeks. One weekend, he met my friend and I at a local concert. When it was over, the friend I got a ride from had to leave urgently. He offered to drive me home. No big deal I guess, I needed a ride. We went to dinner and it was very nice. Nothing weird nothing suspicious.
Then the ride home... My house was about 45 minutes away through isolated freeways in the desert. (Accepting a ride was not my proudest moment, I admit) He talked the entire ride and it went from normal small talk to him saying that he has super powers.... He said that when he was in high school he went to an alternate dimension and couldn't find his way back. The only way for him to find his way was to sell his soul to a merchant he found in this other dimension. When he got back to this dimension he had super powers and could control people's emotions. He then creepily leaned over and said "I can make you feel anything right now..." He also said he knew the four horsemen of the apocalypse and that he was going to help me during the end of the world. At this point I was convinced I was going to end up in a garbage bag on the side of the road. Got home safe. Never talked to him again until he was my server at a restaurant years later and was extremely awkward.
I've got more than a few first date horror stories, but one of my favorites (and I use that term loosely) was a tinder date I went on. So I matched with this dude, he seemed nice, and we agree to meet up at a coffee shop. Talking is awkward but he's giving me some neckbeardy vibes. Example: I complimented his American traditional style tattoo and his response was "Huh I didn't think girls would know anything about tattoos". Note that this was after me talking about the tattoos I have. But whatever. It's cool. He also tried to forcefully order for me and I just kinda was like "lol no", but I just figured whatever, he's nervous trying to show out or some shit. Everything is still going ok until he walks me to my car.
We hug, and he leans in for a kiss, I'm like whatever I don't care, that's fine, we're making out a little and I feel his hand moving up to my face, and I think "Oh, ok, he's just gonna put his hand on the back of my neck or my chin or in my hair or whatever" NOPE. I WAS WRONG. SO WRONG. This motherf**ker decides it's a swell idea to start choking me. At this point is would be pertinent to mention I'm a 5'8" female of average size, and he's a 6'2"+ stocky dude. I freeze, because that's my response to threatening situations, and he leans over and whispers in my ear "Yeah, you like that? You like being daddy's little slut" and I'm just sitting there waiting for him to let go of my neck, because I am pinned against the car. I finally manage to stammer out a "Wuh-what" and he proceeds to tighten his grip and repeat the question, to which my survival instincts are screaming SAY WHAT YOU NEED TO so I just manage to choke out "yes sir" and he lets me go. I proceed to get the f**k out of there and chew him out after the fact.
I went on a Tinder date in January that went poorly. At the end he tried to kiss me so I dodged, tripped over a curb, and broke my fibula while falling into traffic. The guy got down in the road with me, moved my hair behind me ear and said "we could tell people that we fell in love".
I met a guy in a store while on summer break from college. He was cute and charming - asked if I wanted to meet up at a bar and watch a game.
I was 21 - so beer and a game was a perfect first date. He picked me up and about 2 innings into the baseball game I realized he knew nothing about baseball. After a tortuous hour of explaining some smaller things to him, he asked if I wanted to walk a few blocks to another bar that his buddy was a bartender at.
We walked to a carnival/clown building. It was a punk rock strip club. It was also a Saturday at like.. 5pm. He then proceeded to buy me a drink and disappear to "go say hi to his friend". Another drink appeared - I gave it to one of the girls.
He came back after 10 minutes (I was about to call my mom for a ride home) and asked if I wanted to go to one more stop. I declined, but he pressed - saying it was a high-class bar on the water just a few blocks away. We walked there - and walked into an empty bar. He ordered another drink for us and excused himself to the bathroom. I asked the bartender if he was getting off soon, told him my tale of woe, and offered him every last dime in my purse to give me a ride home. He took pity on me and offered to call his brother to help if needed.
I ended up calling my mom. She drove 45 minutes to get me and back.
This was about 8 years ago and we still call this guy Mayonnaise because he had the IQ of a condiment.
It was with a guy I worked with. He picked me up from my desk dressed up like Michael Jackson, including tape round his fingers and a surgical mask on his face. He was a plump, 5'6" white guy with blond hair so somehow even weirder that he was trying to look like Michael Jackson.
This one guy complained about how he resented that nobody would let him talk to them about the dark side of life, including violence. I mentioned that I have a hard time watching violence against animals on tv. (I meant reality TV shows that have stories of animals which have been abused.) His face perked up, and he asked which TV show had violence against animals. There was an eagerness in how he asked which creeped me the fuck out. I left quickly.
He tried to add me on social media later, but I blocked him.
A blind date set up by a friend. I'd never met the guy, didn't know what he looked like, but I knew some basic bio stuff about him: His name's Andrea, born in Rome, works in Venice*. He knew what I looked like, as our common friend had sent him a photo.
We were to meet in a small, boutique hotel lobby at 8pm, then head to the restaurant together. So at 8pm, I'm waiting in the hotel lobby, alone, and I get a sms from him that says he's running late, stuck in traffic. No problem. I wait.
Five minutes later, a man comes up to me and we start chatting. I explain that I'm waiting for a blind date who's running late. He insists that I should ditch my date, join him at the bar and we'll have fun. I politely decline. He then starts grilling me about my date, saying stuff like, "Well, what if he shows up and he's ugly?" And I'm like, "I don't care about looks, etc..."
He keeps insisting that I join him at the bar and ditch my date, but finally he gets the message that I'm not convinced. I ask him to tell me about himself. He laughs and says, "My name's Andrea," and reveals that he was born in Rome and works in Venice.
It's him -- my blind date -- and he knew exactly who I was. I asked for an explanation on why he'd tried to fool me, and he said, "If we end-up getting married, it's a great story to tell our kids."
I met a guy in college through a friend and thought he was funny so I agreed to go on a date. I told him we would meet at a local bookstore because I don't like people knowing where I live at first. First off, he's fifteen minutes late and gives me no heads up. He spent the whole date trying to hug me/hold my hand/be close to me.
I told him I don't like that...he told me "you'll get used to it." He would ask me questions about myself, my job, my major etc. But when I would go to answer him, he would literally talk right over me about his own life. He then asked me to play some of my favorite music. His reaction to every song? "This is awful! Why do you like this?!" Okay. If you think it can't get worse - wrong. His dad called him toward the end and they get into a ten minute fight. I told him I had to go because it was getting late (at 8:30) and he asked if I was free the next day. NOPE.
Went to the cinema and I felt very uncomfortable with him so said I wanted to leave ect, he then proceeds to say ' let me guess, nerves, over protective parent, wanting to leave, have you been raped before?' Date ended right there. Who even asks that!
The first guy I ever met online took me to Olive Garden, wouldn't look me in the eye the entire date, and talked about how his favorite band in the world was Dave Matthews Band. He spent most of the date, however, telling me about his "whore ex-girlfriend" who he walked in on having sex with another dude in their bed.
He decided he wanted to go to the thrift store rather than for coffee as originally planned. Sure, I like thrift stores, why not? The moment we got in the door, he headed straight over to the housewares section, stole a whiskey flask off the shelf, and stuck it in his pocket with a grin and a wink. After this, he invited me back to his place with obvious high hopes.
I made some lame excuse about having to do laundry, got out of there speedily, and spent the rest of the day wondering what the hell just happened.
We'd be casually hooking up for a while, so while this was our first date, it didn't really feel like it. He got some tickets for a local fall event, the Land of Illusion, and thought I'd be fun to take me to a fall themed festival.
I had Googled the event and knew that it was basically just a bunch of haunted houses out in the middle of nowhere. I hate haunted houses, but decided that if he wanted to go, I would go.
We ended up having an okay time. We only hit a couple of the houses because he got off work late. However, what turns this into the worst date I've even been on was when we were talking about it a year or so later and he revealed that he didn't know it was haunted houses and he hates haunted houses. We both ended up doing something we hate because we thought the other person was into it.
Some girl friends invited me out and after awhile I picked up on some clues that there was a guy meeting us out there.
So the guys shows up and he's being kinda weird with me. Like focusing on me. A lot. Sitting close to me. I guess I gave my friend a weird look because she pulled me off to the side and said, "I hope you don't mind but you're his date. He buys us all drinks if he has a pretty girl with him". I was pretty shocked. One, I had a boyfriend. Two, who just does that? I think I said something like, "I didn't realize you invited me out so I could be a hooker".
Pretty quickly I go to make my exit. I legit did have to work early so I used that as an excuse for leaving. As I'm walking away the poor guy like gets up and runs after me, begging me to stay and asking what he'd done wrong. It was heartbreaking. Like I felt so bad. But I wasn't going to stay there and be this random dude's date and I didn't know how to tell him that his friends were just using him to get free drinks. I was just super polite and repeatedly told him he'd done nothing wrong and I just had to be up for work at 4am so I needed to get going.
I treated her to dinner and then drinks at a gay bar. She got wasted and made out with another woman right in front of me.
She chased after me crying, as I left to go home. She profusely apologized to me and over the next month we hung out and started to become friends, but then she made a move on me. When I declined, she punched out the screen door and then ran into the middle of the street and laid there. Her sister ran out of the house and chased after her.
A guy asked me out for coffee once, and he didn't offer to pay for mine, so I thought "whatever, no big deal" and got out my wallet. They weren't taking cards for some reason, and I didn't have quite enough cash.
The barista had already made the drink so he handed it to me and said "thanks" sarcastically like I was such an a**hole, while I apologized with a bright red face.
The guy who asked me out was just standing there watching, and I KNOW he had cash.
He picked me up at my house and had flowers and a bottle of wine, which for me was way too formal and awkward ( I was 18 and he was 27) . Then we went to the movies and he would not stop trying to f***er me. I finally got so fed up about that and I had drive me home mid movie .
Sat through a date with a contestant on ...'s next top model (she made it to semi finals, bless her) that only talked about her dreams, her future career, the magazines she didn't want to work with because they propagated this and that. After ending the night, myself having asked two questions and told her that I was 22 (at the time), she concluded it wouldn't work because I talked too much about myself.
I could have counted on two hands how many sentences I had spoken during 4 hours and two bottles of whine
So many. There is one that sticks out though: met a guy online on Plenty of Weirdos, funny, respectful, bright, dash of charm and a lot of sexy. He could punctuate and liked puns.. Bingo!!! After a few weeks of back and forth we agreed to meet for lunch at our local Thai restaurant. I rocked up on time, he arrived 10 minutes late with no explanation. He was very, very tall, 6'5 and tubby, double chin and thining hair. Ok, so he doesn't look like his avi, never mind thought me. He's funny, sexy, flirty and likes puns.
Fu** me backwards that man was boring. Fourty four minutes of intricate detail about his car - a high range something or other with all the accessories and it was broken. He talked non stop about his car and gave me the side eye when I tried to break into his monologue.
He bought me one drink, an orange juce and I had a Thai curry, he had a coke and a salad.
** THE SET MEAL AT LUNCHTIME WAS TWO COURSES, £7.65 PLUS A GLASS OF WINE.
Needless to say we didn't hit it off and parted company at 45 minutes.
Told a guy in college that I was crushing on him, so he asked me out on a date, to a local coffee place. He specifically used the word "date". We get there and he brought food for himself, ok fine, that's weird but whatever. Then he notices a girl from his calc class walked in. "Oh my god, that's that girl from my calc class! She's so hot." He said that to me. I was like wtf.
I went on a date with a guy who only talked about himself. Anytime I'd try to get a word in on my behalf, he'd half-chuckle and go back to something in his own world. And then he wondered why we never went out again. If you can't show someone you have genuine interest in them, why are you even on a date?
When I was younger my best friend asked me or on a date. I got excited and said yes.
On the way to the restaurant I realise there is no way I'm ever going to have romantic feelings for him. I sit there debating whether you have to at least wait until dinner is over to say something like that.
Meanwhile in the way to the restaurant he realises that he only brought the gift card and had nothing for the waiter's tip. So he dropped me at the restaurant and left to go find somewhere to get cash, which takes forever. I stew about how awkward this all is and then we fumble through a strange dinner with lots of uncomfortable laughter. About a year later when I was home from college he came out to me.
I'm still great friends with him (and now his boyfriend)