Tell Me Your Worst Dating Story?

I dated one for a few weeks that was a real firecracker, a keeper in many ways ... except ...

* When she went to her class reunion and drunk-dialed me from there, pretending not to be herself, that was a little bit troubling.
* When she started mocking my religion, I kinda knew this was not gonna work.
*Then when she brought up her last boyfriend, and said she shoulda killed him in his sleep with a hat pin ... I knew for sure, we done!
 
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I went on a couple of dates with a woman that only sweated on one half of her body. Right down the middle vertically (gosh it'd be weird if it was horizontally, but it was weird anyway. Half of her skin felt like dry paper towel and the other half a greased cheata ( I was going to say pig, but she was attractive). Not sure what this was, but it's real. I googled it.

Another date was doing fine until she told me this: "you know those crosses you see on the hiway where people got killed? I can see the ghosts of the people laying on the ground by each one of those". Another wore a wig.

Dating can be an "out of body experience" .. Not for the meek.
 
I went on a couple of dates with a woman that only sweated on one half of her body. Right down the middle vertically (gosh it'd be weird if it was horizontally, but it was weird anyway. Half of her skin felt like dry paper towel and the other half a greased cheata ( I was going to say pig, but she was attractive). Not sure what this was, but it's real. I googled it.

Another date was doing fine until she told me this: "you know those crosses you see on the hiway where people got killed? I can see the ghosts of the people laying on the ground by each one of those". Another wore a wig.

Dating can be an "out of body experience" .. Not for the meek.
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lol, you are a great storyteller, this was hilarious
 
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I'm in Alabama.. Been single a while. On the dating apps, when I see a picture of them in that houndstooth gear (which is such an ugly pattern, like cheap curtains at a motel 6), or if they have the RTR thing in their description, automatic disqualification.
 
Met a girl online for a date who was a phlebotomist.

Date went extremely well until she told me she had herpes from her ex who was a truck driver.

Absolutely lost it on me in the parking lot of the brewery we met at when I declined to go back to her place or give her a good night kiss. Told her I didn't think things were gonna work out.

I'll give her credit for being professional and up front about her issue but I just couldn't deal with it.
 
I had some laughs at y'alls expense so it's time to share one of my bad dating stories.


Freshman year of college. Was still 17. A shy guy that had a noticeable crush asked if I wanted to hang out at the lake with a group of people. I agreed to.

End up making it to the lake about noon and the group of people is his family. Aunts, uncles, grandparents. He introduces me as his girlfriend. First date btw. I walk in wearing a tank top and some shorts over my two piece. I was dipping my fries in a Frosty and the women there hated me. Not only was he the biggest momma's boy, they were super conservative and religious. The Holier than thou type. They expected prim, proper, and modest and I showed up.

A group of us end up on the boat and I decide to go inner tubing. I learned an important lesson that day when my 2 piece became a 1 piece. The boat driver was distracted enough where the boat almost ran ashore.

Got back to the lake house. They grilled out some big steaks and I ate the entire steak. I was offered cheap wine by one of the uncles, which I turned down. By this time, I overheard his mom and couple of his aunts in the kitchen suspecting that I was pregnant. First date btw. A couple of hours later, I got sick. His mom went to the store to get me some medicine and bought me a pregnancy test.

I asked why she did that and she said "You were dipping your fries in a Frosty, you did not drink, you ate a lot, and you got sick so I think you might be pregnant" I looked at her and said "He has never dipped his fries in my frosty". He stood there the entire time without saying a word.

There was not a second date.
 
In college, went on a date with a girl A twin. Total knock out and seemed awfully nice, but slightly less extroverted than her sister, so suited me quite well. I was surprised she even accepted to go out. It was a nice date I thought, and we were both kinda the quieter type. She was really, really pretty. Zona/Cali blonde pretty. I was fairly shy at 19. Never asked her out again figuring she wouldn't want to, and me being from GA and her living in Carmel....The sad part is me not asking for a second date, as she was one of the prettiest girls at ACU at the time.

As far as the kind of date we are speaking of, there's two:
1. Buddy of mine through a grad party for another friend two years our younger. We were all friends. It was in the woods behind his house. One of the guys was a good looking chick magnet. Not much scruples with who he bagged. I had recently gone out with a girl and had a good time, but had not asked her out again yet. I was unsure. Me and my buddy and this guy (we were casual friends) were in my car and he wanted me to stop and pick someone else up. So we pull in the drive, and guess who comes out and gets in my car with him ????!! And guess who he banged in my back seat while we were all in the camp drinking ???!!! No second date. She was a ho I found out.

2. Nice girl at work. Didn't work for me so it was cool at the place. Spent alot of time talking to her. Pretty attractive too. Eventually asked her out. I had an early bag phone I had mounted in my truck. She spent most of the date fixated on the fact that she wanted a phone. Didn't know if I was supposed to offer to buy her one, but I didn't ask her out anymore to find out.

The best and most classic bad date was not mine. I'm not sure I should share. Involves the two friends in #1 above on a double date. I can severely edit to clean it up, but it still may be offensive. I'll hold off for now. But, I almost broke ribs laughing about it when they told me.
Cmonnnnn wtf just tell it!
 
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Early 1970s one wintry day, I took a girl I'd grown up with in Crossville to a Chicago concert in Nashville. Driving Daddy's 1963 Chevrolet Impala, we hit an icy spot on I-40 on Monterey Mountain, skidding onto the median. A trucker stopped & helped us, no injuries or serious delay. We arrived at the show OK & enjoyed it. However, I was too embarrassed to ask Gale out again. Years later, we still laugh about it. She's married in Texas while I live with my wife in Nashville. :cool:
 

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