There's got to be some funny stories with disaster dates out there..! Come on, lets share them...

The last one I went on, or didnt lol, I'd arranged to meet this girl, I was 19 she was 18 and I fancied her like crazy so I'd got ready and arranged to meet her at my freinds, I set off all happy n exited I always crossed the river for a shortcut over the stepping stones, that night, I was halfway across slipped and fell in! I walked bk home devastated! Anyway,,I got changed and ended up babysitting with a girl I knew, we ended up together that night and well that was 20 years ago we split six months ago and it's been a bloody nightmare for most if it, that stone in the river has a lot to answer for !!!!!

Haha..atleast the night didnt finish so bad! Though 20 years is a good achievement in itself. Pat on the back for you!

When I was 32, I went on a few dates with a guy a friend set me up with. The 4th and last date we had was supposed to be a relaxing roll down the river in a canoe with a picnic basket on a beautiful summer morning.

What ACTUALLY happened...he meets me 45 minutes late at the drop point half hung over and half drunk from an obviously wild night of partying. He threw up three times bumping up the road in the golf cart that took us to the canoe rental hut, passed out on a bench for an hour once there, putting us in the water around 11 am. Yes, he still insisted on going. From the first run of ripples, he was green for the next two hours and spent most of his time bent over the boat, while I rowed alone.

Just before 1 pm, we decided to bank for lunch. Getting out, he tipped the canoe and the lunch pack fell out and floated down the river too fast to catch. We decided to rest a bit anyway, but he fell asleep for another hour under a tree. It's after 2pm and the day is getting really hot. I just want to get him to his car at this point.

At least he's rowing now, so we made pretty good time. We get back to the car park around 3:30, but no one is there. The sign says if there is no attendant to call on the courtesy phone...which had been yanked off it's hook. By now we are both so hungry and we're both out of water, so we decide to just go. He fishes in his pocket to discover his keys are missing. He looks in his locked car to find them on the dashboard.

It's 2.5 miles to the hut and nearest phone. We made it about 1/2 mile from the hut before a golf cart collected us and helped him jimmy his car opened.

Now, I could have just played this date off as a bad turn of events and even felt sorry for his condition...had he not whined like a spoiled child the entire, hungry, thirsty, steaming hot walk back to the hut. OMG...what a baby!

hahaha..yeah, what a baby. Thats pretty pathetic to say the least! Though the car keys in the car, was a nice touch. At least they weren't in the river! At that point, you should've thrown a rock though a window and demanded he drive you for food...next time :)