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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).

I had met this man online and we met up for dinner. Everything was going fine so we decided to go back to his hotel (he was from out of town). We decided to go swimming. Somehow the drain got turned on when we got in and my top ripped off. One of the hotel’s staff showed up right then when I was half naked climbing out of the pool. My date’s response? He asked if the employee would have sex with someone like me. My response was to shove him into the pool and leave.

High Five

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September 11th, 2010 by Andy (Boston, MA, USA)

I was traveling overseas with my friend, and we were hanging out in a bar. I was having a good time chatting to people, and giving high fives to the locals. I put my hand up to high five a young brunette, but she just looked at me and shook her head. “Why not?” I asked. She made a disgusted expression, pointed at me and said, “I don’t like your face.” Ouch.