The Ice Cream Man

December 3rd, 2011 by Amarillys (San Diego, CA)

One time in college, I was walking around my dorm’s recreation center looking for a friend to go get some ice cream with. I eventually ended up running into an acquaintance I knew had a thing for me. When I told him I was looking for a buddy to go get some dessert with, he offered right away to drive me to the Dairy Queen a couple miles away. In my head, I knew this was a bad idea, but I decided to go along with it anyway. After making me wait an hour so he could finish his game of pool, he found me to tell me he was ready for our “date.” I cringed at that word. Turns out, he was really waiting for one of his friends to take us to a party I never agreed to go to. Luckily, we never made it to the party. I was able to convince my “friend” that I really just wanted some ice cream and to head back to the dorm. This guy was not understanding me and drove me to the nearest Rite Aid so I could get HIM some strawberry ice cream. I was not happy, but I agreed since he was my ride back to school. To make a long story short, I paid for the ice cream, got dragged to the beach, heard his stories of how he got arrested, he fell asleep on me, he tried to get me to “check out the new seats in the back of his car”, was sang horribly to, and then I was asked to go out on a second date the following Saturday. I quickly got out of the car and ran away. I should have just called it a night and skipped the ice cream.

There was a girl I used to like in college. We were classmates and hung out a few times, even kind of going on a date before. She even invited me over to her place once and cooked dinner for me. So, obviously all signs were pointing towards the fact that she liked me so I got ready to ask her to be my girlfriend. One night when I was sending her back home, I stopped outside her apartment to let her off. I also decided to gather some courage and tell her I liked her and be my girlfriend. She gave me a weird look and just ran out the car without saying a word. I was absolutely shocked and I never heard from her again.

Wait, that sounds like…

November 24th, 2011 by Anna (Georgetown, DC)

I spent a year dating a man who I loved dearly. One semester in college I met a girl and became friends with her. One day we were describing our significant others. She was explaining her boyfriend’s field of work, I shockingly told her my boyfriend did the same field of work. After half an hour of talking we realized it was the same person!

The Hot Guys are in the Other Room

June 6th, 2011 by Alex (Washington DC)

I went to a social event for a student group that was held at a local bar. I was standing near the door between two rooms in the bar talking to a friend, when two girls walked by. One continued into the next room, and the other said hello and we started to talk. After about a minute, her friend came back. Saying only “hey, I found the hot guys; they’re in the other room,” she grabbed the girl I was taking to and they both left. Neither made eye contact with me.

Single and desp.

September 13th, 2010 by NoBlindDates (Boston, MA)

When your grandparents set you up on a blind date and you actually agree it is clear that desperate times call for desperate measures. I was halfway through my second year of college and staying with them over holidays in Florida. I was also single and pretty much failing at meeting anyone. My grandmother told me that she knew of a young man who was staying with his grandparents at a nearby community. All of the 90 year old women she was playing bridge with insisted that they kept mistaking him for a Greek god as he lounged by the pool studying for his GRE’s. Their words, not mine. How romantic…and perverted. So I agree to go on the date, and the gentleman in question was absolutely boring and socially awkward- we went out to dinner and a movie, and during dinner he went over the bill item by item with the waitress to make sure everything was correct and we were not overpaying. Also, reports on his physique had come through the lens of 1950’s America and he was in fact quite flabby. So while I was unimpressed during our date, I assumed that the feeling could not be mutual and that he must be awed and impressed by how amazing and attractive I was compared to him. What a lucky guy! At the end of the night I decided to throw him and bone and give him a kiss. Turns out, he must have thought I was pretty unpalatable too because he pushed me away and gave me a look of total disgust, followed by him shaking his head to say no. Honestly, the look of disgust was enough; did he really have to shake his head too?

the “college guys”

September 8th, 2010 by lenny (Rochester, NY, USA)

In college, a friend of mine (who didn’t have a car) asked me if I’d drive him to a date he had several towns over. I didn’t really want to, so I said “sure, if your date has a friend for me,” and thought that was the end of it. The next day, my friend announced that it was now a double date. Despite my misgivings, I drove us to meet the two girls. What I didn’t know at the time, was that they were in high school; my date was about 15 (I was 19). She and my friend’s date spent the whole time gossiping together about the girls at their high school, and imagining what everyone would say when they announced they had been out with two “college guys” over the weekend. Several months later (after I had almost forgotten the whole thing), my friend told me that my date form that evening wanted me to go with her to prom at her high school. Needless to say, I declined.