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I had been out of the dating scene a few years (in prison) so I decided to kill 2 birds with one stone. A woman I had been talking to online lived close to friends I hadn’t scene in years, so I suggested she meet me there. Now I knew my friends to be pretty economically impaired but the house had been solid and usually clean when I last visited. Unfortunately, my friends had recently acquired a new male cat … that had sprayed the entire house!! She eventually found the house and came in to meet me and my friends. She was very polite but you could tell she was appalled by conditions at their house. NOT a great first impression. We went to a local bar for drinks and it soon became apparent that she not only considered the bar a bit “earthy” for her, but she really had NOT been paying attention to our online conversations. She wasn’t even as attractive as I am ( and I’m no prize but still in decent shape for my age!) but you could tell by her dress and accessories she was used to people in higher tax brackets than me & my peers. Although I had told her 2 or 3 times online, she seemed a bit shocked when I mentioned how recently I had been incarcerated. I really believe things would have gone much more smoothly had we not started off the night in a place with such terrible odors. The good news is I DID learn something that night. Having money does NOT give you manners nor the inclination to look past the surface. And being poor isn’t so bad with friends!

slip and fall

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March 31st, 2013 by spedly06 (warren, ohio)

I was trying to get with a guy that used to come into my work every day to get food. He didn’t seem interested but I kept trying to talk to him and go on a date with him. He finally agreed to go on a date and we agreed to meet that Saturday. Saturday rolls around and I’m looking all cute. Well it decided to snow and get super icy the night before and I didn’t even think about this as I was getting ready. I put a pair of sky high heels on and strutted out the door to his car. As soon as I walked out my door I hit an icy patch and went flying down the stairs and smacked right into the side of his car! He thought I was pretty stupid and the date went terribly. We never made it to a second date although I tried to give it another shot.

Kissing Cousins

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March 26th, 2013 by Cutie814 (Albany, NY)

I was a late bloomer. I was so excited to finally have a boyfriend. Everything was going great for the first few dates. Things were getting pretty hot and we where both into each other. Then he suddenly broke it off. I found out later that we were third cousins. His parents told him and that’s why he ended things. How embarrassing. I guess if I went to family reunions, I’d have know this.

Why I ordered 100 beers

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January 29th, 2013 by cyclone (Ames, IA)

When I was in college I dated a girl for a 2 months, she didn’t see a future in it so she dumped me. Then about 6 weeks later I ran into her in a bar. We got to talking and dancing, then while on the dance floor she grabbed me pushed me up against the wall and tried to remove my tonsils with her tongue. Well her friends had to go so we agreed to go to a movie in 2 days. I picked her up and she barely spoke but we went to the movie anyway, about half way through I went to put my arm around her and she got up and moved over 2 seats. Well I decided to cut my losses, when the movie ended I walked outside and said have a good life and left her standing out in front of the theater. I walked around the corner to my favorite bar where it was nickle draw night and slapped down a fiver on the bar and said give me 100 beers. I then called 3 of my buddies and commenced to drink all 100 beers while discussing the complexities of women.

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.”

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.

I remember way back when I was in high school and had a crush on one of the hottest (I thought so at least) girls in school. We had a few classes with each other and over the course of the school we got to know one another a bit. Nothing major just chit chat walking to class here and there occasionally sitting with each other at lunch if we couldn’t find any of our respective clicks to sit with. As the end of the school year was approaching so was that horribly awkward time when every guy was expected to man up and ask some girl to the prom. My whole high school career I had been dreading this moment in time. Ya see I have never been quite the lady killer if ya know what I mean. I was that one guy who girls always likened me to their brother not the guy they wanted to hook up with after the game at some keger in the woods. As the time was quickly approaching to make a fool of myself I could only think of one girl that was worth receiving the inevitable rejection from. Ya guessed it, the hot chick that I had gotten to know over the year. So one day I gathered the courage up approached the hot girl and popped the question, will ya goto prom with me? The answer came quick and swift “I would if I wasn’t gay.” Now I had been turned many times before but never like that. “I would if I wasn’t gay”, I had no idea if she was telling the truth or not but I wasn’t going to ask. Needless to say I spent prom at home playing Donkey Kong on my No-friend-o.

The nose didn’t know.

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November 9th, 2012 by bugboy (Shasta Lake California)

I once met a girl in my Interpersonal Communications class at college, and throughout the semester I would think of ways to talk to her. One day I finally worked up the courage to ask her on a date, and she had actually accepted. I was so excited I prepared all week for the date. Finally the night had arrived and we went to dinner. The date was fine, and afterwards we talked in her car for a little while and finally we wrapped the night up with a hug. I had thought it was a successful date, but a week later she had not talked to me, except the occasional hi. She eventually told me that she wasn’t interested in me. I found out a couple years later by a close friend that she had been told it was because I had hair growing on my nose. Up until that point I had never realized that I had nose hair. A simple shave could of made my date go a lot smoother.

I was waiting and waiting for the day that this girl and I were suppose to go out to a movie and then have dinner afterwards. I was so excited for the day to arrive since it was my first actual date and I was still a teenager. I arrived at her house to pick her up and then we went off the the movie theatre to go watch a quick comedy flick. The night was going smooth and we were having a great time. The movie started to get a little boring so I wrapped my arm around her and leaned in for the first kiss of the night…but that kiss turned into an accidental sneeze that landed directly into her face. I was so embarassed and the night was well ruined so I thought I would make up for it by taking her out to dinner. We went to her favorite restaraunt to eat and I paid for her food. The waiter came with the order and placed it on the table. We started to eat and we were laughing so I was feeling good about the rest of the night. I went to lean in once again to give her a small kiss from across the table and I accidentally knocked her drink over and it went all over her shirt and pants. She stood up from shock and screamed, ran off to the bathroom, and went to clean herself off. She came back to the table and told me that she wanted me to take her home. So after two depressing moments in the night I decided to finally take her back home and just end the first date. After that she never returned any phone calls or messages. Talk about a very bad first date!

David was a great kisser. He really knew how to pull you in close and give you a passionate, roll your eyes to the back of the head kiss. Heck even my mom was jealous when she saw us sucking face in her living room. David made a lot of promises that a naive 18 yr old girl about to graduate from high school would fall for. Especially one who had a bad complexion, thick glasses and an introverted personality. With his dark curly hair, solid build, and olive skin most girls would drool. add to that he promised we could go over his aunt’s horse farm after prom. What girl’s jaw wouldn’t drop. Alas, David was a lady’s man and his promises were mere pipe dreams. He “fell in love” with someone else a week or so later and I ended up asking a friend to prom instead…a friend who eventually became my husband of 15 years. So girls keep your chins up. If the first fish gets away keep fishing because there’s plenty more.