Bad Date Stories For Fun

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Back when I was in my early 20s I went one my only internet date. I joined jdate and about 5 min later some guy pinged me. He lived close so we made a date at a local bar. We started out at the outdoor bar where we talked about dating. He told me about a girl he met and really liked. They went out a few times and then she unexpectedly stopped calling him. One day he tried calling one last time and someone picked up. It was a family member who told him she had died in a car accident. Weird first date story but OK.

Then we moved to the inside bar and he kept going to the bathroom for long periods of time. It was so weird. No explanation just gone for 10 min at a time. There was a table of hot guys who kept looking at me so I went over to talk to them. I chatted with them for a bit, gave one of them my number. He and I ended updating for a few months.

I went on one more date with the original guy. We weren't a match and I never figured out what was up with all those bathroom trips.

Another time I met a guy for drinks. I have no idea how it came up and I am sure I didn't ask but he ended up telling me that he didn't masturbate b/c he has too much semen and it was too messy. Even thinking about what he said now makes me want to vomit. Needless to say I left shortly after.

Coke. He was doing lines in the bathroom.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Back when I was in my early 20s I went one my only internet date. I joined jdate and about 5 min later some guy pinged me. He lived close so we made a date at a local bar. We started out at the outdoor bar where we talked about dating. He told me about a girl he met and really liked. They went out a few times and then she unexpectedly stopped calling him. One day he tried calling one last time and someone picked up. It was a family member who told him she had died in a car accident. Weird first date story but OK.

Then we moved to the inside bar and he kept going to the bathroom for long periods of time. It was so weird. No explanation just gone for 10 min at a time. There was a table of hot guys who kept looking at me so I went over to talk to them. I chatted with them for a bit, gave one of them my number. He and I ended updating for a few months.

I went on one more date with the original guy. We weren't a match and I never figured out what was up with all those bathroom trips.

Another time I met a guy for drinks. I have no idea how it came up and I am sure I didn't ask but he ended up telling me that he didn't masturbate b/c he has too much semen and it was too messy. Even thinking about what he said now makes me want to vomit. Needless to say I left shortly after.

Coke. He was doing lines in the bathroom.

I did think it might be drugs but he didn't seem high. That said I am admittedly clueless about those things.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Back when I was in my early 20s I went one my only internet date. I joined jdate and about 5 min later some guy pinged me. He lived close so we made a date at a local bar. We started out at the outdoor bar where we talked about dating. He told me about a girl he met and really liked. They went out a few times and then she unexpectedly stopped calling him. One day he tried calling one last time and someone picked up. It was a family member who told him she had died in a car accident. Weird first date story but OK.

Then we moved to the inside bar and he kept going to the bathroom for long periods of time. It was so weird. No explanation just gone for 10 min at a time. There was a table of hot guys who kept looking at me so I went over to talk to them. I chatted with them for a bit, gave one of them my number. He and I ended updating for a few months.

I went on one more date with the original guy. We weren't a match and I never figured out what was up with all those bathroom trips.

Another time I met a guy for drinks. I have no idea how it came up and I am sure I didn't ask but he ended up telling me that he didn't masturbate b/c he has too much semen and it was too messy. Even thinking about what he said now makes me want to vomit. Needless to say I left shortly after.

Coke. He was doing lines in the bathroom.

I did think it might be drugs but he didn't seem high. That said I am admittedly clueless about those things.

Maybe he had bad diarrhea?

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:Way back when, before I got married, I had just broken up with my BF. A friend wanted to cheer me up, so she took me out to a bar/lounge. She ran into some people she knew and they asked us to join their table. I sat next to a very cute guy and before the night was over, he asked me for a date. I asked him to come to my office party the following weekend. Everything's wonderful.

Next Saturday, the guy shows up at my place to pick me up. When I open the door, I could not believe how short he was. He was tiny! I am 5'2" and he was few inches shorter than me. May be 5' at most. Please don't flame me, but I am almost always the short one in a crowd. All the guys I dated before were taller than me. I realized that when we met, we were seated the whole time!! So I did not see how short he was. We get in his car and I see a cushion on the driver seat like the ones that my granny sat on to see above the steering wheel. His car was an older model and probably did not have seat adjustments that makes it go up. I tried not to laugh. We did not go out again.

You sound horrible.

+1

I think it's not a good idea to invite someone you just met to your office holiday party. But height is not relevant.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:
Back when I was in my early 20s I went one my only internet date. I joined jdate and about 5 min later some guy pinged me. He lived close so we made a date at a local bar. We started out at the outdoor bar where we talked about dating. He told me about a girl he met and really liked. They went out a few times and then she unexpectedly stopped calling him. One day he tried calling one last time and someone picked up. It was a family member who told him she had died in a car accident. Weird first date story but OK.

Then we moved to the inside bar and he kept going to the bathroom for long periods of time. It was so weird. No explanation just gone for 10 min at a time. There was a table of hot guys who kept looking at me so I went over to talk to them. I chatted with them for a bit, gave one of them my number. He and I ended updating for a few months.

I went on one more date with the original guy. We weren't a match and I never figured out what was up with all those bathroom trips.

Another time I met a guy for drinks. I have no idea how it came up and I am sure I didn't ask but he ended up telling me that he didn't masturbate b/c he has too much semen and it was too messy. Even thinking about what he said now makes me want to vomit. Needless to say I left shortly after.



Coke. He was doing lines in the bathroom.

The runs ....he had diarrhea.

[Anonymous]

A guy here. Thank God I'm not any of the guys in this thread!

I don't really have any "bad date" stories about crazy women (I dated a few nut jobs, but no great "bad date" stories). The one who took a call from her boyfriend (what, a boyfriend??) while we were mid-act? The one who must have said "salt of the Earth" ten times on our only date? The beautiful redhead (oops, "ginger") who was great until she started with the racist jokes? Odd, but not quite disasters where I had to hide in the bathroom.

However, at one point in my early 20s I took a date to my then favorite bar in NYC, the Back Fence in the Village, where they had live music in a smoky bar (this was late 80s), with low candles on each table. My date looked great, but tons of hairspray keeping her "do" in place. Well, at one point she leans over the table to tell me something (live music and all) and her hair goes up in flames. Whole left side of her head. I didn't know what to do -- hadn't really planned that scenario out -- so the only thing I could think of was to douse her hair with my full beer. I have no doubt that she tells that story to this day and I only hope she is kind to me when she tells it.

[Anonymous]

Not my story, but a college friend of my adult daughter was stranded by a date in a foreign country. As in this wealthy guy paid for her plane ticket to another country and then a couple days later, they quarreled. I don't know all the details, but he changed hotels and took her return ticket. Her parents weren't wealthy and had a lot of trouble raising the money to bring her home. It was right around the time that the "Grandma, I got mugged in Mexico!" email scams were at their height so no one wanted to believe the parents that their daughter was really in a bad situation.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Not my story, but a college friend of my adult daughter was stranded by a date in a foreign country. As in this wealthy guy paid for her plane ticket to another country and then a couple days later, they quarreled. I don't know all the details, but he changed hotels and took her return ticket. Her parents weren't wealthy and had a lot of trouble raising the money to bring her home. It was right around the time that the "Grandma, I got mugged in Mexico!" email scams were at their height so no one wanted to believe the parents that their daughter was really in a bad situation.

I would have sued him in small claims court for the cost - and contact the Judge Judy show. (I haven't been on the show but they did contact me about a small claims suit I filed.).

[Anonymous]

I had arranged a date with a guy from a legit dating website. We were scheduled to have dinner one evening.

Before the date, he texted me with this:

"I just wanted to ask you this via text since I will be too scared to ask you directly in person. After dinner, can we go back to your place for dessert....??!"

Needless to say, that was it. Sure, I could have gone on the date for the free meal, just kiddin'...But this guy sounded like a World-Class creep.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I had arranged a date with a guy from a legit dating website. We were scheduled to have dinner one evening.

Before the date, he texted me with this:

"I just wanted to ask you this via text since I will be too scared to ask you directly in person. After dinner, can we go back to your place for dessert....??!"

Needless to say, that was it. Sure, I could have gone on the date for the free meal, just kiddin'...But this guy sounded like a World-Class creep.

Smart girl! He was going to be a bucket of trouble.

Honestly, sometimes the "shy" ones are the worst.

In college, I attended a number of fraternity events because a good friend was a Little Sister and would be charged with finding formals dates for the "shy" brothers. Most of the guys were late-bloomers just too scared to do much other than thank me and blush after pinning on a corsage. However, sometimes there was a brother who was a secret pervert. They couldn't say hello above a whisper, but their eyes never left your boobs. They were inattentive during dinner, but had their hands on your ass as soon as you stepped on the dance floor. One put my hand on his...erect apparatus during a group photo. I ground my stilleto into his instep. I had the photo for years afterwards, the expression on everyone's face (including mine) was worth the $5 for the print. After 3 or 4 bad experiences, I stopped saying yes.

[Anonymous]

Interesting thread. Bump.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:A guy here. Thank God I'm not any of the guys in this thread!

I don't really have any "bad date" stories about crazy women (I dated a few nut jobs, but no great "bad date" stories). The one who took a call from her boyfriend (what, a boyfriend??) while we were mid-act? The one who must have said "salt of the Earth" ten times on our only date? The beautiful redhead (oops, "ginger") who was great until she started with the racist jokes? Odd, but not quite disasters where I had to hide in the bathroom.

However, at one point in my early 20s I took a date to my then favorite bar in NYC, the Back Fence in the Village, where they had live music in a smoky bar (this was late 80s), with low candles on each table. My date looked great, but tons of hairspray keeping her "do" in place. Well, at one point she leans over the table to tell me something (live music and all) and her hair goes up in flames. Whole left side of her head. I didn't know what to do -- hadn't really planned that scenario out -- so the only thing I could think of was to douse her hair with my full beer. I have no doubt that she tells that story to this day and I only hope she is kind to me when she tells it.

I hope so too. You acted quickly and probably saved her skin/hair!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:A guy here. Thank God I'm not any of the guys in this thread!

I don't really have any "bad date" stories about crazy women (I dated a few nut jobs, but no great "bad date" stories). The one who took a call from her boyfriend (what, a boyfriend??) while we were mid-act? The one who must have said "salt of the Earth" ten times on our only date? The beautiful redhead (oops, "ginger") who was great until she started with the racist jokes? Odd, but not quite disasters where I had to hide in the bathroom.

However, at one point in my early 20s I took a date to my then favorite bar in NYC, the Back Fence in the Village, where they had live music in a smoky bar (this was late 80s), with low candles on each table. My date looked great, but tons of hairspray keeping her "do" in place. Well, at one point she leans over the table to tell me something (live music and all) and her hair goes up in flames. Whole left side of her head. I didn't know what to do -- hadn't really planned that scenario out -- so the only thing I could think of was to douse her hair with my full beer. I have no doubt that she tells that story to this day and I only hope she is kind to me when she tells it.

You win !

[Anonymous]

I am a guy...I have had a few bad date stories. One I was the offending party, or should I say, my intestines. I will start with that.
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I had been going out with her for about 3 weeks. I picked her up at her place, and we drove to a nearby town (15 miles) for dinner. I felt fine when we left to go home....but suddenly, I felt the urge (driving on the freeway). It got stronger and stronger -- you know how it is. I did not want to shit my self, but came to realize, "ready or not, here it comes". I pulled over, and went into the bushes, barely making it. I dropped her off at home; I was sick the next two days with something...102 fever, and full GI issues.

We did go out again, btw. But it did not last....
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Another time, the woman was cra-cra. We met through JDATE. We agreed to meet at a Bertucci's. First, she spent the first 10 minutes complaining about her room mate. I just listened. Said she is happy to have a date because she needs an evening away. Ok...Next, we were talking about what to order. The idea was to share a pizza; I proffered that I do not like chicken. She says "Who does not like chicken? you are a wierdo.". She just complained about this than that....

She then suggested that we go to a nearby bar, which we did. She ran into friends, and was chatting with them and ignoring me. After about a half hour, it was 10 pm...I decided to go home. I walked up to her, interrupted the conversation and said good night. She said she did not want the evening to end yet, and walked me to my car. She entered the passenger seat, and said she did not want to go home, could she stay at my place? I owned a townhouse about 20 minutes from there. I said sure, but, I am leaving now. She asked for 5 min to say goodbye to her friends.

10 min later, she comes back, and lets me know she is ready. She follows me home. I prepare the futon into sleeping mode. And I went upstairs to my bedroom to get ready for bed. At about 1 am, I am woken to a mouth around me....then before I had a chance, she climbed on top. I was ok with it. After we were done (and note, no condoms were involved), she tells me that her last BF was a drug user, and he was HIV +. She did not know her status. Had I known that

FWIW, the next day, I had the second date with another girl, who went on to become DW. Because of the ONS DW and I did not have intercourse for about 7 months -- after I was tested twice.

[Anonymous]

PP I hit reply too soon.

Crazy woman calls me a few days later, lets me know that her aggression was because of PMS. I explained that another woman and I had since decided to be exclusive. She accused me of using her and started yelling at me.