I talked with a guy online for awhile and he seemed really cool. We met for a date and it soon became apparent that the vivacious and interesting man online was in reality a major bore. We sat through an awkward meal where he complained about how girls dislike him and usually don’t want to date him. He said he was anxious to find a girlfriend before his deployment overseas, so I felt majorly pressured to make a commitment. On the drive home, he complained at length about the last girl he dated (and rejected him). I felt very sorry for him, but didn’t want to date someone out of pity. When he asked me to be his girlfriend I declined. I’m sure he complained about my rejection on his next date…

Trapped in the Car Park!

March 10th, 2012 by Bella (melbourne, victoria)

My worst date happened when we got locked in a car park. We where locked in for over two hours repeatedly ringing security who eventually turned up and tried to charge us 100 dollars for over staying our parking time! We argued with them for half an hour before they opened the gates and let us go for free!

Memorial Day breakup

February 12th, 2012 by Twenty Timers (Long Island, NY)

I thought I met the girl I was going to marry in college. We met during my junior year, her senior year (although she stayed an extra semester). From the beginning our relationship was strong both romantically and emotionally. For 2 years everything went very well. After she finished school, she got a nice job in Manhattan. Nothing major for a while, but all of sudden there were hints things were not right. I figured it was just a hiccup we would work through. We celebrated our 2-year anniversary in April and the sparks were again visible. Then all of sudden, everything sort of plummeted! I had graduated at this point and was planning on looking for a job near where she lived and we would get an apartment together. She however was reluctant and on Memorial Day, we were at a her family party and things were not right. We went for a drive. She broke up with me. The worst part, I was absolutely miserable and had no escape. She drove. I was drinking and she couldn’t take me back to my house on Long Island. I was completely stuck. Lost and wanted to blow up. The absolute worst break up and the worst way and time for anybody to do it. HORRIBLE!

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.

must love the outdoors

January 12th, 2012 by TonyChiza (San Jose, CA)

One of the worst dates that I had was with a that I of course met over the crazy internet. Did you know that most people put on their internet profiles that they love the outdoors? In an attempt to create the perfect first date I thought of a perfect place to take her was on a hike in the Cache Creek Mountains. So, I go to pick her up and start the almost hour drive to the Cache Creek Mountains and being starting conversation with her. The whole time though all I got was one word answers. I mean it wasn’t like I used a picture that was twelve years old on my profile picture, it was very recent so she knew what she was getting. After we finally get to the parking lot that is close to the trailhead we get out and start walking. From the parking lot, it is about a 5 minute walk to get to the trailhead. Literally, the second that we get to the trailhead she says that she doesn’t want to walk anymore and that I can go ahead on my own if I wanted. As much as I wanted to leave her in the car and go on an hour hike on my own, I could hear my mother chastising me in the back of my head. Needless to say I ended up taking her home and there was no second date.

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.

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.