Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:
As a man, even I agree that there are some red flags on the dates, and some things that make it funny.

However, my most dominant thought tells me that there are an awfully lot of immature women.

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I can't understand why women past their mid-twenties are hiding from dates in bars or standing people up instead of just telling them they aren't feeling it and leaving or that they aren't coming. That's what stood out to me most as odd.

Yup. They're acting like they've been victimized in some way. Instead, they're being assholes.

Anonymous wrote:
As a man, even I agree that there are some red flags on the dates, and some things that make it funny.

However, my most dominant thought tells me that there are an awfully lot of immature women.

+1
I can't understand why women past their mid-twenties are hiding from dates in bars or standing people up instead of just telling them they aren't feeling it and leaving or that they aren't coming. That's what stood out to me most as odd.

As a man, even I agree that there are some red flags on the dates, and some things that make it funny.

However, my most dominant thought tells me that there are an awfully lot of immature women.

Went on a date in undergrad with a guy who came into my store where I worked.

He was nerdy but I said yes. It was boring- no chemistry. I remember him being a little boasty about things that were NOT that amazing-just not my type.

He ended up writing me a 5 page 'dear john' letter about how I was great, but he didn't see us together, he hoped this wouldn't crush me etc etc. It wasn't that deep. We hadn't even touched/hugged or kissed. I had planned to not call/not answer his calls and assumed vice versa. That's what you do when you aren't interested. To have spent the time and energy on this letter.... well it floated around for years between friends whenever one of us had a breakup and we would LOL with friends about it- it was that bizarre.

My mum didn't find it so funny- felt like he was an overinvolved stalker. Now that I have small kids, I get why she was so freaked out.

Another date with a great looking guy. He felt the need to let me know that he'd done anal and wanted to know if I was into that. First date= yikes. Later I found out from a friend he had a micropenis- that would explain the interest/need for anal.

First date, he told me he wanted to make a football team and have 10 kids. There was no 2nd date.

Another worst date, the dude was 3x my size and went Dutch after inviting me to dinner. I paid for my meal aND tip, but since he ate so much more, I didn't pay for half of his. He told me he didn't want to be rude by paying for the date so I wouldn't think he expected sex. There was not a 2nd date.

Anonymous wrote:Once I went to a guys apartment and he had no furniture other than an air mattress in his bedroom. So weird. I mean, I still slept with him on it, but weird nonetheless.

Then once I went out with a (white) dude who was a big fan of Japan. So weird. I mean, yeah I slept with him because I didn't plan to see him again after that, so why not?

Once i was on a first date with a guy I met at a bar. He knew that I was big into animal rights. I did not sleep with him. Even I have standards.

Wow. That's all, just "wow".

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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.

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Once I went to a guys apartment and he had no furniture other than an air mattress in his bedroom. So weird. I mean, I still slept with him on it, but weird nonetheless.

Then once I went out with a (white) dude who was a big fan of Japan. Taught English there multiple times, fluent in Japanese, etc. We went out a few times (once for sushi, to the place he regularly goes to practice his language skills with the chef). Anyway, then he had me over to his house for dinner. It was decorated exactly the way you would expect an apartment to be decorated by a white dude with a Japan fetish. I remember he also had many kinds of boxes of dried seaweed in his kitchen. But he cooked something very American, I remember biscuits being involved. Anyway,Halfway through dinner some random woman comes to the door and he steps out into the hall and starts talking to her in Japanese for like 20 minutes with no explanation. Of course, I assume it is his girlfriend or ex girlfriend. So weird. I mean, yeah I slept with him because I didn't plan to see him again after that, so why not?

Once i was on a first date with a guy I met at a bar. He knew that I was big into animal rights and that I was not a fan of snakes. So he proceeded to tell me about how he had a friend with a snake and how they fed it "baby cats".... I.e. Kittens. I did not sleep with him. Even I have standards.

My husband (before we met)once went out to dinner with a woman at a chain Thai restaurant. Like a Tara Thai place...nothing "authentic". Husband ordered Pad Thai and this chick FREAKED OUT because it was such a pedestrian choice of entree.

In college I went out to the clubs one night with my roommates. A well known establishment, somewhat of a dive bar scene near Capitol Hill was notorious for marines hanging out there. One such Saturday night I was there and met one. He was a total gentleman that evening and when he asked for my number I decided to give him my real dorm number. The following weekend he picks me up and we go on a date. During the drive to our destination, he rear-ended someone and the cops had to be called. He filed with his insurance, gave the insurance company my contact info, and the insurance company kept on calling me for weeks after the accident wanting me to recount the tale. Needless to say I never spoke to marine guy again. I was not cool with him giving someone else my personal information when he never asked me, and it was our first and last date.

Another one, I met a guy online through Zoosk and we had a couple dates. 3 to be exact. The first and second date he was totally normal, then the 3rd date his real persona came out. He confessed he has a foot-sneaker fetish and an affinity for collecting old stuff. He explained how he had vintage juke box he was restoring, some bowling alley game machine from the 80s that he rescued before it went to a junk yard and he ended with asking me for any pairs of old sneakers-tennis shoes-flats or very specifically, Keds that I would be disposing now or in the near future. He wanted them for his so-called collection. I dare not think what he really meant by that. I never gave myself the chance to find out. We had been near the end of dinner and he had driven but I excused myself to the ladies room, called a friend and asked her to come pick me up while acting distressed and in need of friend therapy ASAP when in fact I was the one who needed to be rescued. I thanked him for the meal and decidedly told him politely that I don't think we have the same vested interests going forward so this is it.

Well he left me alone for about 2 weeks, then he texted me plus emailed me to ask if he could still have my old sneakers and other shoes. I never replied and he emailed again 5 days later apologizing for scaring me off with his confession, thought I would be more mature in handling it, and how we could have had great fun together because he wanted to buy me all these brand new sneakers and watch their slow demise as I worked out in them. Only at THIS point did I realize that in our first date he had asked me about my running habits and what I do with my dirty shoes. I thought it was weird but it didn't seem to strike me as totally odd and connected the dots til that moment! He emailed me again a couple weeks later and called me a bitch for not responding after having taken me to 3 dinners.

LOL. My story is so bad even my friend who rescued me re-tells the story to her friends when people rehash bad date stories.

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.

I am the opposite of you, I am 6 feet tall. Generally the tallest in the group. I remember once a fellow tall friend telling me how she ended up going out with this shorter gentleman because she met him at a party where she had too much to drink, and was standing with her legs spread further apart than is normal, to keep her balance. She didn't realize at the time that it also made her shorter. Anyway, dude came to pick her up the next weekend and it was a shock as to how much shorter he was than she thought.

Anyway, this story always stuck with me so I have always tried to ensure that men know how tall I am. I remember once doing speed dating and standing up every time a new dude came to my table, so that I could see how tall they were. It was so wired, a few men even commented on what a gentleman i was being, standing up.

Anonymous wrote:My first date. Guy and his friend pick me up because he is lending his friend his car. We stop by the atm. He apparently started a new acct that day and deposited all of his money. He puts an envelope in the machine in an attempt to get his money ( I am not making this up). I'm sitting in this car and he is writing on an envelope and trying to shove it in like someone is on the other side 7pm at night. His friend has a few bucks. We get to the theater to pay and he tells them I'm his kid sister, and he's taking me out. He wanted the child discount. I was an over developed teen wearing a g cup...
I go sit on the steps and he attempts to page his friend to come get us because they aren't letting us in. His friend never calls. Theater feels bad for us and let's us in. Friend picks us up after the movie they drop me off and he tries to kiss me goodnight.

That may just win the award for this thread!

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.

Not me but a friend: The guy was a physician, and insisted she call him Dr. So-and-so instead of by his first name.

Anonymous wrote:Again this the 3 years ago and I didn't have a clue. My self esteem was in the toilet after my divorce. I'm in a much better place now. . Yeah for me!

See I was 24 when I started to date my ex husband and moved out when I was 39. I didn't have any clue! I did act like I was 25, I felt 25. I was young and dumb and gullible. 3 years of dates has made me a wise women. Think about how much has changed since 1998 - so much!

So no shame. And yes I wasn't asking the cabbie to waive it, before I could even suggest going to an ATM he locked me in the car. I was not used to estimating how much a cab coast from Chinatown to chevy chase. Now I know.

My stories are a testimate of how far I've come. And how much dating has changed. And honestly I have more. Some good some bad, but every date taught me something new. Let's just day - I'm very wise to the ins and outs of online meeting.

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.