I had to do it..the worst date questions had me curious about the dates we have been on. Plus well it is fun to trade war stories ;)

Okay, so mine was..well one of them....

I took this woman out to a very nice fine dining restaurant. It was quiet, had a romantic atmosphere, then afterwards I had tickets for Wicked because she was said how bad she was dying to see it. I am dressed appropriately. When I made arrangements with her she was very excited about the plans. So she shows up at the restaurant in shorts and a T-shirt, sandals. I was a bit surprised at her attire but rolled with it. I lost track of how many times she had burped out loud and made a joke about it. I lost track of how many times she started talking down to the wait staff. I remember I just wanted to slide under the table and hide. I kept thinking where the heck was the woman I spoke with that had some semblence of class. Now dont get me wrong...I am not a snob. I have nothing against burping or such but dear god..time and a place and that place was not it. Plus she treated those around her with loud..disdain like she was better than them. I rushed dinner, and then paid the check (tipped the waitress the amount of the check for just having to deal with her). So we went to theatre and we had some decent seats. Not the best but you all know Wicked gets sold out super fast. I had to owe so many favours to get those seats. They were not good enough for her and let me know. I had enough at that point and I told her well if she didn't like the seats, she can leave. I said it with the sweetest smile and then turned my attention to the stage. She stayed..loved it. But then at the end had the nerve to think that I was going to get physically intimate with her. She leaned close to my ear, tucked herself against my side and whispered "The next stop is your place." I turned to her and whispered back "Not in a million years" Then I flagged down a cab, paid him to take her to her car and then walked to my car.

Would have only been worse if ya got drunk enuogh to hump her.

Haha :) Wow. Sounds like it was a nightmare. Hearing about these bad dating experiences should be fun. lol. I care more about whether i embarrass my date. I'd at least try to show some class. Hope your next experiences aren't so bad.

Wow! Thanks for sharing. I can't say I've ever had a date like that, but then again my dating pool is my set of acquaintances, usually. [People often post questions about where to find dates to which my answer is always, "Well where do you find people?"]

So although I don't have a horrible date story, I do have an awkward date story to share:

This was a first date. Classy, professional woman; a drug dealer. Okay, okay, she was a pharmaceutical rep. She was about my age -- lower 40s. Thin build. A runner. [I love runners. Not only do they take care of themselves, but they seem to have great attitudes, too. But I digress.]

The plan was dinner and a play. Now you have to understand that I live in a small city in the Midwest, and I'm a professional. But if I show up to work in a suit, people will ask me if someone died. So this is not the big city, here. My point is that dinner and a play is a little extravagant for a first date, but for this girl, it was appropriate.

I picked her up at her very nice house. She told me her kids (both in high school) would not be expecting her in before they went to bed; that she would be out very late.

She was appropriately dressed, waited for me to open her door, etc. We had Thai food downtown and then drove a couple of blocks to a parking garage not far from the performing arts center.

We left the play at intermission (a rare, bad show) and started wandering around the downtown Jimmy Buffet festival. It was GREAT. Live band playing; people dancing. You could walk around with your beer, etc. But I didn't buy beer.

No, I had a Gatorade bottle into which I added straight vodka, Gatorade powder and ice. No water. Just the melted ice. This is a magical potion, I tell you.

We were both drinking off the same bottle, doing a little dancing... she started to get a little friendly... kissy-kissy... and I'm thinking "This date is going REALLY WELL."

"Let's take a stroll by the river", I said. I was planning a nice, romantic walk. Then... "Blaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

She started puking. Then puking some more. Then dry heaving. Then puking. Then she couldn't hardly stand. [She said she lacks that gene that is associated with the processing of alcohol.]

So I had the joy of holding her upright and yes... holding her hair.

It was quite a trick getting her all the way back to the car. She puked once more in the parking garage and then off we go back home.

By the time I got back on the highway, she was slumped over; passed out cold next to me.

It was 10:30 at night, and I was thinking, "Crap! Her kids are still up!"

What do I do?

I know.... I'll carry her to the door, hit the doorbell, and run into my car and drive off!

[To be continued.]

I recall a story about the
'Worst First Date Ever.'

The woman won it, hands down,
everybody agreed.

First date with a guy, they were
driving home in a snowstorm.
She had to 'go.'
He pulled off the freeway to the
side.
It was a bad storm so he said, 'Stand
right behind the car for privacy.'
There were no other cars around.

So she went behind the car, pulled her
pants down, and in that act, deposited
her bum on the trunk.
Where she stuck.
To the trunk lid.

What to do...
Finally she hollers at the guy, who gets out
and comes back to where she is.
Embarrassment fades to..need.
There was simply no way to get her unstuck.

Then enlightenment.
He pees on her bum to detach it from
the trunk lid.

It worked.
Worst date ever though :-)

OMG!!! Wow!! That would so win the worst date ever..though being puked on rates up there too.