Worst date EVER stories...

I always enjoy hearing other peoples follies on the wonderful world of dating :D

So I will start...

I was around 19ish and dated the sister of a pal. This pal is a cool guy so surely his sister would be aswell. I meet this girl at one of our soccer games and we hit it off. By hit it off I mean she was a hottie and responded when I spoke to her :rolleyes: I stumbled through asking her out on a date and she agreed. I get the super smooth idea that since girls love fast cars I will impress her by picking her up in my race car. Great idea right?? :) I follow the directions to her place no problem until the last TWO FREAKIN miles which is unpaved gravel and random potholes. Good thing I spent so much time making the car look perfect. I show up 10 minutes late after creeping along at a snails pace over the last couple of miles. She looks dashing, my mind is now back on track. We make it to the venue with some lively conversation about nothing. On par with the evening we bump into a recent ex g/f and her gal pal(that is the WORST). Everything is fine with minor chit chat until gal pal blurts out how she thinks I have taken a few steps back from my previous g/f. Excellent, not awkward at all :O We where at an outdoor concert and I had packed a lovely picnic dinner. While walking around, with the lovely picnic on the blanket, fire ants decided my dinner was fantastic. Opening up the dinner and trying to hold a conversation I ended up my fire ants all over my hand and was bit a bazillion times at least. Off to the concession stand for some boring food. Music was good. Drip drip...awww....perfect rain :rolleyes: We hop back in the race car and sit in the parking lot waiting for people to figure out how to exit...tick tock. Sliding around on the last two miles of the trip back to her parents place, my car is a mess. It's super hot still although around 11pm in the evening. The home has no a/c. Play it cool Cue and you might still make a night of this. We sit in her room listening to vinyl records, this is 1998 mind you. I am super parched and in no shape to try and move in for a dry mouth kiss. I excuse myself to the bathroom for a sneak of water. Not to foil my plan. Turn the faucet and sulfur ridden water hits my lips. Wow...no more dry lips but my mouth now smells like rotten egg. I slink back into her room wondering how much I would pay for a stick of gum or something right about now. $100 minimum. I get back to her room to find her passed out on the floor with her cat's butt against the side of her face/mouth. Kissing her was not so important to me and I just left. Out in the middle of the woods with NO lights outside. Good thing I parked so far away and am terrified of the dark woods by myself. I make it to the car just before the wild beast from the woods was surely going to get me :oops: Stuck in the mud...how fitting. I sit there for half an hour wondering my best plan. I finally get the courage to get out and gather some rocks to put under the tires in order to get some traction and get going on my merry way. Yes! my trick worked and flying rocks knocked my passenger mirror clean off. I finally get home, take a shower and fall asleep. Never even heard from the girl again and my pal never said one single word to me about her. The WORST date EVER!!

Let's hear em!!

During the first few weeks that I was dating my wife, I went to back out of her driveway after dropping her off at home.....and backed right into her great grandmothers' car....hit it so hard that it was knocked into neutral and was sent cruising down the driveway and into the neighbor's yard.....lucky for me her entire family was outside to witness the event ;)

just thought I would throw in this bit too..... her father was the principal of my high school.....and he suspended me once for 'bad behavior' :) LOL

Similar experience involving a car....

First date with a girl back in high school. I had recently done some work to my first car, which included some suspension mods. I was ridin' low, stereo bumpin, life is good, I go to pick her up. She lived off of a small country road with her house set back into their property...long gravel driveway too, but luckily she's waiting at the front of it! Reason why she was waiting at the front of it: Her parents don't allow her to drive with boys so she kinda snuck out. Ok, well, hopefully her dad doesn't own a gun. We go see a movie, hang out with some friends, all's well. Now I take her home- it's raining by now. Its been a good date, I don't want to drop her off at the front of her mile-long driveway, so I look at the gravel, figure its alright, and proceed down her drive way. Everything is good until the very last 50 ft. My car starts scraping the ground...my wheels start spinning...I'm completely bottomed out and not going anywhere. By now, her dad is on the porch looking pissed. No gun though, luckily. She goes inside and he asks me what exactly I'm doing. He ends up towing my car with his truck all the way to the end of the driveway. Along the way, I lost the entire piece of plastic covering the bottom of the engine, and the entire passenger side wheel well lining. She never called me back either.

Not as good as yours cue, but your story really brought me back....

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Originally Posted by elevatethis

I was ridin' low, stereo bumpin, life is good. but your story really brought me back....

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Man Brad...that was awesome!! I'm struggling to keep silent over here :rofl:

...how come each of our stories envolved cars....lol...

I was trying to think of other bad dates.....and yes, all the problems always involved cars :devilish:

I really wouldnt say this was a date, but sorta was, but not. Make sense huh? I was seeing this chick, and I was over her house, and she took it upon herself to take 6 shots of Vodka on an empty stomach. Lil problem though ... She wasn't using shot glasses. She was using regular drinking glasses. So basically each "shot" she took equalled to 4 shots. So basically its like she took 24 shots. Another problem occured. Her house is up in these hills with roads that have no names. So when ever I'd go to her house, I'd park at this lil league field and she'd pick me up, and take her to her house. Well she was so (censored) faced she couldn't drive me to my car. On top of that she wanted to uh, well you get the picture ;). I being the gentleman said "No". Well, for anyone who has dealt with a drunk "frisky" woman will know, "No" can be fighting words haha. So at about 6 a.m. after trying to kick me out of her house 'cause I wouldnt sleep with her, and her calling me many explicit names because I'm a jerk for not wanting to sleep with her, she finally sobered up and drove me to my car.

hahaha... I don't think I've ever really had a "bad date" but I don't have a very good memory either so who knows!

never had a "really bad" one.

My worst date ever... hmmm. I'd have to say the date was ok, but the after was the worst. I had taken some computer classes in college, and most of those guys were like COOL I THINK THAT'S A GIRL!! :O Ack. Anyway, one guy asked me out. I wasn't much interested, but thought hey why not? He'd said it was as friends. Well we went to a movie (I think it was Candyman - Wes Craven). That was pretty much it, not painful, but not something I planned on repeating. Well for the next several months he proceeded to call me and leave cat calls on my answering maching, and even told me what I was doing through my window. :O I was on the 7th floor!! His room was in another dorm on the 1st floor. :omfg: You're kidding right? *shudder* That should teach me to just say no next time. :colbert: Oh wait, I'm married. Nevermind. ;)

My father is a southern baptist preacher.... My home town had an excesive PDA rule that caused a fine of 50.00 in adults and for minors it was a trip to your house with the cop that caught you. So our paster of the church I went to was a part time cop and chaplin for the PD. Me and my date were steaming up the windows in the park one night when the tap came on the window. I rolled down the window and guess who a cop but more importantly my preacher. Then time for the trips to my mom and dads and then... yep hers..

I never went out with her again... LOL