Timing is Everything.

March 13th, 2012 by Sara (Provo, UT)

I had really liked a guy my friend introduced me to. He was really cute and she arranged a meeting. He asked me out for a date and we agreed on a time for him to pick me up. That night I began getting ready early because I really wanted to look good. One hour before it was time, he knocked on the door. I had just gotten out of the shower and threw on a robe. I answered the door. The robe was up to my neck. He was surprised that he had gotten the time wrong. I had wet hair and no makeup so I asked him if he could come back. He agreed to come back an hour later. He did but the date was really bad all night. Later my friend called him to find out what he thought. He said he was really offended that I had answered the door in my robe and that I wasn’t ready. He wouldn’t give me another chance. What was I supposed to do? Not answer the door? He was the one that had the time wrong. I’m sure he didn’t want me to go with wet hair and no makeup. It was a no win situation. I saw him many months later. He was just as cute as ever but he totally ignored me.

How’s the air down there?

January 23rd, 2012 by DeeDee (Orlando, FL)

It was the 70’s. You know when everyone wore flared jeans and platform shoes. Well I was like any other college student and you can be sure I had the jeans with the most flare and the platform shoes with a minimum four inch wedge. I packed my bag and was off to a weekend at another university within the state. My best friend was fixing me up with her boyfriend’s brother. Upon arriving at the designated meeting spot I was horrified to find that my date was only 5’7″. I am 5′ 8″ and with my four inch platforms, I towered over my date. I spent the entire weekend somewhat squatting every time we walked side by side or tried to dance.

My Prom Date

January 20th, 2012 by Meg (Albany, NY)

When I was a senior in high school I was really excited about prom and the date prospects. I had a date but only weeks before the prom him and his girlfriend had gotten back together and naturally wanted to go together as they were both seniors as well. Last minute I had a friend set me up so I didn’t have to go alone. My date couldn’t have been any less interested which was rough because a girl takes so much time preparing for prom. To prove how uninterested in me he was he refused to dance or talk and at our friends after party he ended up making out in the corner with a friend of mine. The only thing that taught me was to never go on a blind date again.

At Least He Paid the Bar Tab

January 4th, 2012 by Sara (Atlanta, Georgia)

This was the worst date I ever went on. I had met this person through friends at work. He asked me out to dinner. He picked me up on time and we went downtown to a nice restaurant. After a very good dinner, some fairly interesting conversation and a few cocktails, he asked me to go to a lounge down the street, for some dancing. I said alright and we walked down to the lounge which was only a block away from the restaurant. We sat at the bar, ordered a drink and listened to the band for a bit. Some friends of his came in and waved in passing. After a while, the conversation got very personal and he was really making advances that I was not ready for, on a first date. I was not responding well. He got up and said he was going to say “hi” to his friends for a minute. After ten or fifteen minutes, I started looking around and just as I did the bartender brought me a drink and said it was from him. I thanked him and sat for another ten minutes or so, waiting. Finally, I got up and walked the direction my date had gone to see his friends. That corner of the lounge was fairly empty and they were nowhere in sight. I went back to the bar and asked the bartender how much we owed, he said the bill had been paid. So, I was stuck, downtown without a ride home. I had to call a cab, it cost me over $30.00 to get home.

My Eggs Are Drying Up

December 18th, 2011 by Roger (Cleveland, Ohio)

A friend of mine arranged for me to go on a date with her coworker. She said we were super compatible and that it would be a great time. I’d been single for a while and thought ‘what the heck’. So I arranged to meet her at a particular table in one of my favorite restaurants. Upon her arrival, I thought all was well, nothing in her appearance struck me as odd and she seemed very pleasant. No sooner had we ordered however, did it all go awry. I expected questions about work hobbies and such; I had prepared to ask the very same questions myself. Her first question however was, “Do you want kids?”. I’ve never wanted kids personally, so I explained this to her and she immediately closed down and said something to the effect of ‘I’m wasting my time then’. This is literally moments after we’ve ordered dinner, we have a long way to go on this date and its shut down. I tried to make small talk but to no avail, she clammed up. I asked if I could be excused to use the restroom in order to regroup myself. I returned to the table a few minutes later to find her chair vacant but her jacket still there, I had presumed she went to use the restroom. When our food arrived and she hadn’t returned I became suspicious. A brief examination of the bar area confirmed this suspicion, as she was there chatting up another man. I politely interrupted and told her the food had arrived and received a cold, “I’m done with you. My eggs are drying up.” as a response. I’ll never forget that line.

not the right one

November 3rd, 2010 by HeyMan (Somerville, MA)

I was talking to two girls in a bar, and I though things were going pretty well. One of them began chatting with another guy, allowing me to talk alone with the one that I really wanted to get to know. I eventually left the bar with some friends, but I got her number before I left. After a while, we ended up back at the same bar with the girls. The friend of the girl I was talking to found my friend in line for the bathroom, and told him that she was glad I was back, because she though I was perfect for her friend. She apparently said the same thing to the guy she was talking to (and maybe a few other people too). After a little while, her friend decided to leave. Apparently, she was the only one in the bar that didn’t think she and I were a good match.

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.