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I was 18 years old and in my very first relationship. The person I was dating was a year older than I was. Neither of us drove. He lived in the next town. A mutual friend would actually drive us on our dates and we frequently double dated with her. One day, after going to see a movie, my boyfriend thought a romantic place to go would be the McDonalds inside of a walmart. It was not my ideal spot but we all humored him. After he spent a lot of time complaining about his McDonalds not being served to him on the spot and the amount of fries he received my friend and I walked around. He was being a baby and kind of a douche-bag, so we actually left him at Walmart. It was sadly about a forty minute drive away from his hometown. (We basically lived in the middle of no where.) After we left him, we called his mom and told him what he had done and that we had left him there. And his parents had to go and pick him up. We broke up shortly after. Our entire relationship lasted about three months.

The newly released

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April 16th, 2013 by BritG (Tacoma, WA)

My worst date ever was with a guy I met from a dating website. I had to pick him up, later to find out because he lost his license to a DUI. He told me over dinner how he had just been released from prison the week before for theft charges. He even asked me to drive him to his probation office the next day. Needless to say I cut dinner short and never spoke to him again.

My Very Last Blind Date Ever!!!

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March 2nd, 2013 by nikki2 (New York, NY)

A much older cousin of mine said she knew a nice woman with a son who wanted to meet a bright young girl. Although I had never liked the notion of blind dates, I agreed just to please my cousin. The young man had planned the date, but certainly not with me in mind. He took me to a play…a very “talky” 3-hour drama with a single stage set and the dialogue entirely in Russian (a language in which I only know “thank you” and “oh, my god”)! I fell asleep by the middle of the first act and pleaded a splitting headache by the middle of the third. He then took me for dinner at a restaurant where we waited for service for an hour while he regaled me with virtually incomprehensible descriptions of his intricate engineering work in highly technical jargon and with diagrams drawn on several napkins. Even the food was poor (despite the fact that I was now hungry enough to eat nearly anything). I have never been so glad to be finally dropped off at my door!!!

Misrepresenative

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February 20th, 2013 by berite (Missouri Valley IA)

This man said he was 42 in his profile, athletic and self employed . We talked via email for about a week and then by phone. We arranged to meet at a local diner. As I sat waiting, I observed a poor older man struggling with his walker. I thought, “poor guy can barely move.” Well imagine my horror when the old guy turned out to be my date! He tripped into the diner looked my way, smiled and called out, “there’s my girl!” OMG the only saving grace is I figure onlookers assumed I was his daughter. It turns out his pictures had been taken back in the eighties and he recently had both hips replaced!!! I informed him I could not stay on the date as he totally misrepresented himself. I wished him luck, got up and left. Later, he texted me and told me he was better off not seeing a “superficial bitch” like me.

I was really excited to go to our school’s talent show. It was a dress up event and I had been asked by Larry. He was a nice guy, and everyone seemed to think that he liked me. That is, everyone except for him. He actually liked someone else, as he made obvious throughout the night. We dressed up as celebrities, and I had a very nice dress on. He never once told me that I looked nice at all. We sat on our ride to the event in silence mostly. He was too distracted to notice that I was sitting right next to him. At the event, we sat down with some of his friends. Watching the actual event wasn’t too bad. At intermission, he just left! All of his friends left, and I was sitting there all by myself. Fortunately, my friend Bob was there, so I went to talk to him. I have now been dating Bob for almost two years. Most people wouldn’t be very happy if their date was like Larry and didn’t talk to them, but it turned out to be the start of something beautiful for me.

I was visiting a friend in New York City who suggested that I go out on a blind date with one of his coworkers. He didn’t tell me much about her, except that her name was Marissa and she was average height, blonde, and attractive. Being that she was interested in the same things as me, I didn’t really think to ask for defining features: I was just so excited to go out on a date after being single for so long. I arrived at the bar my friend told me about and was looking around. Every girl there was blonde and seemed to make eye contact with me, so I kept saying, “Are you Marissa?” They all kept rolling their eyes and walking away from me. Finally, this girl said, “Yes, I am. I’ve been waiting!” She was cute, so I offered to buy her a beer and we got to chatting. Not even five minutes later, this huge football player looking guy taps me on my shoulder. “That’s my girl,” he yells. I look at him, and then at Marissa, and then back at him. I said, “No, we’re on a date.” He looked at her and said, “Samantha, you’re seeing this guy behind my back?” I realized this strange girl was not my blind date at all, but someone milking me for a drink. Then the linebacker threw a punch and I was on the bar floor in moments. Just as the bartender kicked me and the other guy out, I clutched a bloody nose and saw a very attractive looking woman avoid my eye. I later found out that was, in fact, my blind date. Needless to say, she never got in touch with me for another try.

One Love

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December 26th, 2012 by Jess (New Bedford, MA)

My first real job I was sent down to Florida for training with another new hire. I sort of knew him, but not well. I had never been in a relationship before and I was always apprehensive about opening up to a man.That week we became great friends, we had complimentary senses of humor, our conversations were so easy, and he was really cute. On one of our last nights in Florida we were drinking and ended up making out and he spent the night. The next morning wasn’t awkward at all and we spent the rest of our nights in Florida together. When we got back up to Massachusetts we continued to see each other until we started our new job and he stopped returning my calls. Also in the employee room he would talk very openly about his most recent conquests in front of me. I can take a hint so I stopped trying to contact him. About a week later he called to make plans with me for that Saturday night. I waited at home all night for him to call me. He stood me up. I found out the next day that he had been telling everyone that we had slept together and that I had a boyfriend at the time (both not true).

Shot for a goal, got a red card

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December 21st, 2012 by beckaboo101 (Ft. Collins, CO)

Last year, my sorority threw a Saddie Hawkings dance. I had been crushing on this guy for the past couple years and decided that this way my chance. I walked up to him and asked if he wanted to go to the dance with me. He said no because he had a big soccer game to play in on that night. I was a little upset but I knew it wasn’t his fault. The night of the dance, I saw him across the room and decided to go and ask him for a dance thinking he just go here after the soccer game. I go up and ask for the dance and get ready to calm my nerves so the dance would be smooth. He looked me dead in the eyes and said “I don’t think you get it. Leave me alone.”

Some guy I had a crush on all 4 years of high school finally asked me out on a date. I was so excited, I was telling friends and family about the good news, and losing sleep over it every night from the excitement! We talked for a week, until it was the night of our date. We planned out that he was going to pick me up at 8, and we would go for a dinner and a movie. I was looking very forward to this because I have liked this guy for so long. So we went out to a very fancy restaurant, the date was going great! I couldnt of asked for it to go any better! We were at the restaurant for about an hour before his phone rang off the hook! Every time he answered the call, and it sounded like he was fighting with his mom or something. I thought it was very rude he would even answer the phone during our date, let alone fight with someone for 25 minutes right in front of me! Anyway, so after we got done eating we left and we were on our way to the movie. His phone rang about 3 more times and he ignored it. I was extremely surprised when we did not pull into the movies, but we pulled into some random drive way that I didn’t even know. A girl our age came out and him and her started fighting, and she looked at me and got me involved by calling me very rude names, saying I was trying to take her boyfriend! I asked him what was going on and it turned out that was his girlfriend, and he asked me out on a date to get her jealous because they were fighting! I had to get my own ride home from her house.

Too Touchy

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November 29th, 2012 by Caroline (Austin)

I was out with a friend from college who had come to visit me for the weekend. Excited to catch up, we went to the bar to have just a couple drinks. Chatting away, my friend and I were soon joined by two guys who came over saying they were bored with their regular friends. We, being friendly, scooted over to let them join and to see what this conversation was going to be like. One guy sat next to me and quickly began telling me about his life, undergrad degree, and research he was interested in. While what he was saying was vaguely interested, I could not help but be extremely distracted by his incessant touching. He went from my arm, to my lower back, to my shoulder, and one even my cheek. I was feeling very uncomfortable and tried sending very clear body signals that he should stop like flinching, scooting away from him, and so on. Not really getting the hint, the guy carried on. Finally, I worked up my nerve and told him he must stop. “I am interested in what you are saying but I am not really touchy feely and you are making me so uncomfortable,” I stated to this stranger. Offended by my obvious overreaction (or what he thought) to his invasion of personal space, he stomped off after telling me I was weird for not liking to be touched.