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k41 - i never knew he plead out to felonies on that! COOL!!!

Guys,I logged on tonight feeling a bit lonely amd sad ... reading thred has been a real eye opener!

Yikes.

I laughed until I cried and I counted my blessings.... but, redvixen, that is REAL scar....

Wolf

1. Back in the late 90s I met this guy online who said that he was a ceramic artist. We met for lunch at an Italian restaurant. He was stoned out of his mind and admitted that "ceramic artist" was code for "I make pot pipes". He then proceeded to eat fettuccine alfredo with his hands!

2. Last year I had a date with a guy who talked about himself for 2 hours nonstop. He sent me the URL for his blog, and half the posts were about how he was in love with his best friend who had just married someone else.

3. In 2000 I chatted with this guy online for weeks and was really excited to meet him. He brought his friend to our first date, and they proceeded to get extremely drunk in under 30 minutes and start being assholes to me. I politely excused myself, and the guy chased me out to my car saying mean shit to me. That one really shook me up because I wasn't sure how he made it through my asshole filter.

I must admit that I was a terrible date once: in 2001 I was unemployed, drinking and eating too much and my self esteem was in the toilet. I somehow caught the eye of this beautiful lawyer from New Zealand - OMG, he remains one of the best-looking men I've ever met in real life. I felt he was way out of my league but accepted his dinner invitation.

I was incredibly nervous for our first date and drank a little too much at dinner. Afterward we went to Dave & Busters and I ran into a friend who was out with her boyfriend. My friend and I proceeded to get SHITFACED, to the point I fell off a bar stool and my friend and I were not only asked to leave the premises, they photocopied my ID so I'm technically barred from any D&B's in the country. The craziest part is I have no idea when the NZ guy left or if he was still inside when I got kicked out. Obviously never heard from him again, but it was a big wake up call to rein in my drinking!

Uh oh. What if I was the bad date story???

Kidding.

Date #1 spent the entire time describing all his favorite gay bars and how much fun bear night is. Totally cool with me, but not so great for a date.

Date #2 spent the entire time describing his date with a woman who was in the middle of transitioning from male to female. Also totally cool with me, but he was obsessed with her beauty and loved umm ... the genital combo. And he didn't even seem to notice that he talked about himself the entire night.

I made an emergency text from the bathroom and got out of there when I "realized" I needed to be at a birthday party.

oooo...the ones where i was the bad date.

yeh. i have a few where i cringe thinking about what i did.

in each case, i was incredibly nervous. in each case, i was overdressed for the date, and in each case, i chattered loudly non-stop for 2-3 hours. in each case, i think i gave the impression that i was related to squirrels.

also, in each case, i got that one date and no more from the unintended victim.

yoiks. i am so embarrassed.

I briefly worked with this guy who was really, really good looking and wore the nicest clothes, etc. So a while after I left that job he called me and asked me if I'd like to go to a Mardi Gras Ball with him. I'd always wanted to go, he seemed nice so I said sure. I bought a beautiful dress, he wore tails...he picked me up and my mother was there and her chin hit the floor. He was in a brand new red sports car, and looking amazing in his tails...I thought, "this is gonna be a great night". Little did I know.

My mother invited him in and had him have a seat as I finished up and gathered my things...I came out and walked past him to grab my purse and the first thing out of his mouth..."OMG, you've got a gorgeous ass. That's the best ass I've ever seen". With my mother sitting right there!! I should have known that wasn't a good sign...

We went on to meet some friends of mine and on the way there he told me he just cut a CD. I thought..what? So he puts the CD in and I hear something like Pat Boone singing The Green Green Grasses of Home...

Then he starts to sing along with it so I'll know it's really him singing..

Then he tells me that "You're coming home with me tonight" I'm thinking "Oh no I'm not".

We meet up with my friends and he goes around to all of them saying "I can't wait to get her back to my place" Needles to say it pissed them off...

Once we got to the Ball, we went to dance and he grabbed me and kissed me...the most disgusting wet, sloppy kiss. I nearly puked...

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, found my friends and called a cab to take me home. I just left him there.

They called me the next day laughing because they said he looked for me for more than two hours and finally said, "No one's ever done that to me before".

Well maybe they should have...freak!

He then proceeded to eat fettuccine alfredo with his hands!

I'm sorry--how did you keep a straight face?

Cat

First date post-D, exchanged lots of emails and seemed to hit it off, so I met him for dinner. Could tell he wasn't interested in me right away, but I thought (as we had said over email) that if nothing else, we were both looking for friends.

We had tons of stuff in common, but I had to glean this obliquely, as he did nothing but talk about himself the entire time. And about his ex, who was now pregnant with HER former ex's baby. The baby was due that month, and he was brooding big time.

He did not ask me ONE question about myself. Not one. I learned more than I cared to know about his ex and their entire history.

At least he paid and it was expensive!

RG

A few years ago I had what I thought was going to be a ONS with this guy. Kind of a wussy granola type (but pretty awesome in the sack).

Well I thought it was a ONS but then the next morning he didn't leave. He got up and took me to the organic co-op by where I live and bought all this food and cooked me breakfast. He was hilarious. Spoon feeding me quinoa salad and saying how he wanted me to "experience" the food. He really was way too much.

Well a week or so later he asks me on a DATE. I was sorta like WTF I thought this was just a sex thing.

So we go to see the movie 300 at one of those big IMAX theaters. Before the movie we met up at a large mall and wandered around to kill time before the movie. He snarked in general about consumerism and then asked me to help him pick out clothes. WOMEN's clothes. (Cuz he was planning on having a sex change, dontchya know) We got to the movie, which I heartily enjoyed. But he, being a pacifist hippie-type was pretty mortified by my enthusiasm for the movie. I think he was hoping I would spend the movie being all "omg I can't look" and burying my face in his chest. Also I think he wanted to make out instead of watch the movie. But that just never happens with me. I like movies. I get sucked into them. I don't even like to hold hands in theaters.

The ride home from the movie was very quiet and awkward.

Met a guy from an online site at a local bar... we had a couple of beers and some good conversation. He wasn't horrible, but just not my type, kwim? (about 3 inches shorter and 20 lbs. lighter than me!)

I spent about two hours with him - was leaving the bar, walking out to my car... and he followed... he wanted to schedule another date... when I said no thank you to that, he started talking about a commitment . I told him no way - I didn't want any commitments with anyone! He became increasingly frantic, dancing around me like a pomeranian on amphetamines, and ended up screaming into my closed and firmly locked car door...

"PLEASE! I LOVE YOU! JUST COMMIT TO ME FOR 24 HOURS AT A TIME! PLEASE! PLEASE! PUH-LEEEEEZ!!!!!"

Yeah, I didn't go out on anymore dates for a while after that...

dancing around me like a pomeranian on amphetamines

Oh, Lord, the visual!

Cat

There are so many horror stories here, I can't even begin to compete.

However, I would pay serious money for a video of the guy eating Fettuccine Alfredo with his hands.

OMFG.

There are some seriously fucked-up people in this world. So why the hell do I have so much trouble with finding someone?

Answer: Because all these fucking lunatics get to the head of the line somehow.

We really need an aggressive program to "cull the herd".

-D

Cuz he was planning on having a sex change,

The ride home from the movie was very quiet and awkward.

Well...yeah.

[This message edited by Kuwaited at 11:45 AM, February 9th (Tuesday)]

Holy cow Redvixen! That is some jacked up shit!

OMG...I definitely feel better over cut-rate sushi guy.

These stories are horrible...but a little funny. The fettuccine guy!!

The attempted murder-suicide story scared the shit outta me. Awful.

Yes, I made this list twice. Hopefully only twice (I have good table manners).

1) This was when I was in college and in way over my head when dating.

Somehow got this beauty I had been admiring at work interested. First date uneventful, but we both move at a snail's pace, so we barely know each other at this point.

Second date, I came down with a cold just a couple of hours before I picked her up. Being a moron, I didn't cancel the date. I must have sneezed 500 times that evening. Literally one after the next. At least I had the sense not to try and touch her, but that was our last date. Poor girl.

I called a week later. She told me she was doing her laundry. I assume every night for the rest of her life.

2) This is why you don't date too soon after a marriage breaks apart.

I scored a date with a woman I had admired in college, but never had the guts to ask out. I would have been the envy of our entire group, so I was feeling good.

She was even nicer than I had remembered her. Sweet person. We had dinner, and talked for hours. Then we kissed a little bit, nothing heavy.

Well, I must have been subconsciously thinking of my ex, who was considerably taller and less well endowed. So during the kiss, I absent-mindedly moved my hand to a spot I normally did with my ex. On the bottom of her ribcage.

Only on this shorter and rather chesty woman, I somehow placed my hand squarely on her breast. Completely by accident. I had no intention of groping her.

The look she gave me would have killed most men. I apologized profusely, but the moment was long gone. She didn't return my call the next day.

I dated this guy prior to the events described in the link:

http://www.browardpalmbeach.com/1997-12-18/news/witness-for-the-persecution/

What do I win??!??

Hope4

Hope4,

You win by having escaped that asshole!

Wolf

(OMG!!!!!)

Okay, I don't have any dating stories but who was the one on this forum who went on a date and they were going to go for a walk after eating at the restaurant and he proceeded to take her through the woods, in and out of neighborhoods, backyards, etc..they got lost for hours and she was alone with him? She was all scratched up from the trees and bushes, and it was a nightmare.

I've never had a bad dating experience which makes me realize that I was probably the weirdo. Heck, I typically even use both the fork AND spoon with my pasta which might be considered weird.

I would say that I usually consistently had second or more dates every time if I wanted to. Somewhere after 2 or 3 though and it was curtains for Homey. So that can't be all bad right?