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Even Donald Trump would have been a better date mate than that guy :-( I hear he has wandering hands.. Not so sure about him Wandering hands my favorite kind 
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I went on a date we had a great time dinner was fabulous took a walk along the marina we had a lot in common the kisses were so passionate then she told me she had a secret.... She was married? She was on snapped? What was it what was it? Me jumping up and down asking this lol |
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I guess I’m lucky I can’t think of a bad date I ever went on they were all very nice
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I went on a date we had a great time dinner was fabulous took a walk along the marina we had a lot in common the kisses were so passionate then she told me she had a secret.... She was married? She was on snapped? What was it what was it? Me jumping up and down asking this lol Her real name was Brian |
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Kindov a nice guy, but... He was 45 minutes early for the date. Posed as a non-smoker, but I gagged when I got into his car, the smoke smell was so thick. Then he got lost so we arrived a little late. We went to a nice restaurant, but he kept checking his phone for a football score. Tried to pressure/guilt trip me into, not just Thanksgiving with his family, but also Christmas (did I mention this was date #1). I told him I would like to take things really slow. I was so tired by the end of the meal (service was really slow) I was looking forward to going home. He said he should really swing by his place to "let his dogs out." (ya, like Ive never heard that one) I told him I was really tired and wanted to get home. I gave him a kiss goodnight during which he pulled me close enough to feel his boner. 
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haha, sheesh, I guess Ive been lucky too....no law enforcement, emt, or gender surprises were involved. I wouldve ran for my life 
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.. He said he should really swing by his place to "let his dogs out." (ya, like Ive never heard that one).. Well holy crap I never heard that one! |
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.. He said he should really swing by his place to "let his dogs out." (ya, like Ive never heard that one).. Well holy crap I never heard that one! Sounds like he was about to let the dog out in the car.... Just sayin' |
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I am a woman. I don’t want to be a woman, I am.
A trans is not even respectful vocabulary. A trans woman / a trans person is correct vocabulary. He knew that I’m a trans female and there was no problem. The guys I date are straight and self confident. They don’t care what others think about it. Not every guy freaks out like “ omg am I gay if I like a trans woman? “ . Some 100% straight guys just don’t care about our past. |
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If I were to tell all the bad dates I've had, I think I could just about take up a whole thread. I honestly believe that my picker is broken. Either that or I was born without one.
I've only had one though to scare me half to death. I do believe that out of all of them this one was the craziest, nuttiest nutter I ever went out with. I let her drive my 62 Chevy Bubble Top. 409-4 speed car. If it had wings it would fly. She went around a curve in it doing about 120 and still pulling. And me screaming at her to let up. She was giggling the whole time. Even when the left side of my car was coming up off the ground. I just knew she was going to lay it on its top on my side. My backside was drawn up so tight you couldn't have shoved a straight pin up it with a sledgehammer. She let up in time. It came close. Real close to laying over. She pulled off the side of the road, got out of my car, still laughing, and starts skipping up the middle of the road. She wasn't drunk. She wasn't high on something. Just nuts. There for a few min, I thought that this car I had spent close to 20 grand on restoring was about to become my casket. |
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Poor girl. I hope you at least told her in a friendly way that you were not into trans women and I hope that you didn’t beat her up like so many men do when discovering that the girl they date is trans. After all, she is just a woman. One who was born with an incongruence between body and mind.
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If I were to tell all the bad dates I've had, I think I could just about take up a whole thread. I honestly believe that my picker is broken. Either that or I was born without one. I've only had one though to scare me half to death. I do believe that out of all of them this one was the craziest, nuttiest nutter I ever went out with. I let her drive my 62 Chevy Bubble Top. 409-4 speed car. If it had wings it would fly. She went around a curve in it doing about 120 and still pulling. And me screaming at her to let up. She was giggling the whole time. Even when the left side of my car was coming up off the ground. I just knew she was going to lay it on its top on my side. My backside was drawn up so tight you couldn't have shoved a straight pin up it with a sledgehammer. She let up in time. It came close. Real close to laying over. She pulled off the side of the road, got out of my car, still laughing, and starts skipping up the middle of the road. She wasn't drunk. She wasn't high on something. Just nuts. There for a few min, I thought that this car I had spent close to 20 grand on restoring was about to become my casket. Did you drive off and leave her there??? 
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If I were to tell all the bad dates I've had, I think I could just about take up a whole thread. I honestly believe that my picker is broken. Either that or I was born without one. I've only had one though to scare me half to death. I do believe that out of all of them this one was the craziest, nuttiest nutter I ever went out with. I let her drive my 62 Chevy Bubble Top. 409-4 speed car. If it had wings it would fly. She went around a curve in it doing about 120 and still pulling. And me screaming at her to let up. She was giggling the whole time. Even when the left side of my car was coming up off the ground. I just knew she was going to lay it on its top on my side. My backside was drawn up so tight you couldn't have shoved a straight pin up it with a sledgehammer. She let up in time. It came close. Real close to laying over. She pulled off the side of the road, got out of my car, still laughing, and starts skipping up the middle of the road. She wasn't drunk. She wasn't high on something. Just nuts. There for a few min, I thought that this car I had spent close to 20 grand on restoring was about to become my casket. That is like straight from a twilight zone scene Charles At least she qualifies as unforgettable too 
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Poor girl. I hope you at least told her in a friendly way that you were not into trans women and I hope that you didn’t beat her up like so many men do when discovering that the girl they date is trans. After all, she is just a woman. One who was born with an incongruence between body and mind. Actually no I went back to her place |
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Poor girl. I hope you at least told her in a friendly way that you were not into trans women and I hope that you didn’t beat her up like so many men do when discovering that the girl they date is trans. After all, she is just a woman. One who was born with an incongruence between body and mind. Actually no I went back to her place I had a lot to drink that night and all my inhibitions were left at the marina |
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If I were to tell all the bad dates I've had, I think I could just about take up a whole thread. I honestly believe that my picker is broken. Either that or I was born without one. I've only had one though to scare me half to death. I do believe that out of all of them this one was the craziest, nuttiest nutter I ever went out with. I let her drive my 62 Chevy Bubble Top. 409-4 speed car. If it had wings it would fly. She went around a curve in it doing about 120 and still pulling. And me screaming at her to let up. She was giggling the whole time. Even when the left side of my car was coming up off the ground. I just knew she was going to lay it on its top on my side. My backside was drawn up so tight you couldn't have shoved a straight pin up it with a sledgehammer. She let up in time. It came close. Real close to laying over. She pulled off the side of the road, got out of my car, still laughing, and starts skipping up the middle of the road. She wasn't drunk. She wasn't high on something. Just nuts. There for a few min, I thought that this car I had spent close to 20 grand on restoring was about to become my casket. Did you drive off and leave her there???
Man, I came close to doing just that. We were about 2 miles out of town at about 3am on a Sunday morning. It was dead quiet. No one was on that road but us. I was so mad I got in my car and I started to leave her. But, Mister Responsibility kicked in. I couldn't just go off and leave her out in the middle of nowhere. Where anything could happen to her. Even though killing us both didn't seem to bother her, if anything happened to her I didn't want it on my conscience. I got her back in my car and I took her back to her place. She giggled all the way back to her place. I didn't even get out. I reached across her and opened the door and told her to get out. She got out. Giggling. I left. I never went back. That is like straight from a twilight zone scene Charles
At least she qualifies as unforgettable too Your right about that. I've never forgotten it. Charles, I wont let the guy drive me on a first date, if you wont let them drive your car on a first date. Deal? haha
live and learn. After that, no one drives my car but me. Especially that one. |
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I look back at some of the dumb things I did when I was younger and glad I am still alive. There is no way I would now allow a guy to pick me up for our first date. Be safe out there.
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In the course of life,
we've all had that one bad date. I refuse to focus on negatives, that might blind me to seeing positives. |
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About five minutes of me picking up this date (we had talked online and on the phone), she wanted to "smell my neck". Without asking me, she dives in and sniffs away. I honestly felt I was about to become one of the undead, and my parents were about to become rich do to my insurance poiicy covering becoming undead.......thankfully I had a rescue text come in which my friend sent (fake work text) and well she was out of the car shortly. I drove off like a bat out of hades. Whew!
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In January 2017 I went on the worst date of my life. He took me to the movies. He chose an action movie without asking me if I was ok with that. I paid for my own ticket. Half way the movie he tried to kiss me. I was grossed out. I mean, I’m not that cheap. It was the first time we physically met and he already wanted to stick his tongue in my mouth. Then after the movie he took me to a McDonald’s. His idea of dinner by candlelight. Before the burgers arrived he “accidentally” farted. I already wanted to leave by that moment but told myself to stay a bit longer out of politeness. I took a small burger with fries and a cola. He took 5 giants. He ate all 5 of them in half an hour. Then he asked me what I liked to do in the bedroom and if I was into ****. We barely knew each other. I told him that I had to leave because that if I wasn’t going to leave that something really bad would happen to him. I was so relieved when I stepped in my car. He had the guts to ask me if he could call me for “ fun “ at a later time. Speechless here, you promised you’d never tell anyone |
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