How about some fun? Post about the worst/best date you have ever had

You read the title get posting! Entertain me!...please?

I got two for you then:

My first ever date was to the small burger joint in the town I live in. I walked into the place to see an old woman passed out on the floor right in front of the door. Everyone said the woman was fine that'd she wake up. Me being a naive 14 yr old, just said OK and sat with the guy I was going on the date with.

The last date I was on, I went to the movies with this guy. We ended up talking and laughing a lot. It was a great date. The next morning he told me we didn't have a connection or some shit like that.

So I now refuse to go on dates.

O.O thats awful!

But you shouldnt swear off dating Just jump back into the pond and get fishing!

One of my worst dates was when I met this person off the internet. We where going to go to some house parties and just hang out...well some how house parties turned into clubs (and clubs that where like 2 hrs away!) and oh yea...she was totally drunk when I got to her house. Then got pissed off when I wouldnt kiss her. Having a good laugh with the bouncers was the highlight of that night.

Back in high school, I'd been dating this girl for a couple weeks. We went to see a play that one of her friends was in. We snuggled in the auditorium. It was nice.
Then we went to a cafe afterward. It was the local gay hangout, and she knew a lot of the people there. She sees a couple friends and we go over to them (a couple of guys).
She proceeds to sit in the lap of one of them. She ignores me for hours while this guy whispers and nibbles on her ears. I am left to talk to the creepy friend of this guy.
Finally I get her to leave. We get outside and she says "What do you think about seeing other people?" I said "No." And we drove home in silence.
You don't bring up "BTW, I'm poly" several weeks into dating someone, and you certainly don't do it this way.

Being an idiot, I dated her off and on for months after that. :/

How about the worst date I never had?

The first time I ever tried to ask a girl out, I was sixteen and at a summer youth christian camp (my parents made me go). There was a girl there from our group named Bridget, one of a pair of twins, and I'd developed a crush on her. Towards the end of the week, they were having this big hawaiian luau party (who knows why a luau), and the kids were paring off, asking each other out to this party.

So I decided to ask Bridget out, and mustered up my courage while she and some other girls were playing volleyball. As I started walking toward her, I began getting more and more nervous, and then lightheaded. As I finally got just a few feet away from her, the world went black and I passed out. "Thump!", to the ground.

I woke up laying on the ground, staring up at a dozen pretty girls all standing over me looking worried, and feeling like the biggest idiot on Earth.

Sadly, I didn't have the courage to try again.

I think I'm kind of with Monster on this one.. I've only been on a few dates, but they were basically disasters, and I don't think I really want to repeat that experience. Of course, that might change if I found someone nice who was actually willing to go out with me..

Best date I never had:
Okay, so there was (and kind of still is) this girl I liked. She is bi-sexual, and has pretty much always had a thing for me. So I figured since she probably wouldn't ask me out (I think she was assuming I was straight), I asked her out instead. That ended awkwardly with her saying that hell yes, was she attracted to me. But because of her morals, she couldn't actually date me. Or kiss me. Or barely be friends with me apparently. And yeah, I'm going to see her this weekend for one of the first times since I asked her out.

Megan- Ouch..hard lesson to learn.

Somnimiles & Rainlover

Sounds like you guys need to have some more confidence in yourselves! Be proud of who you are! Even if you feel like a mess of jello at the thought of asking a girl out just take a deep breath in, stand up straight and go get her!

Honesty its not easy getting a date when your gay. You will get a lot of "my morals wont let me" BS and a ton of just crazy chicks but you are all in your "just looking" stage so go out! And look! =] (lol i should start taking my own advice)

I can't think of one that was so terrible I would put it in the worst category, but the first date I went on with my current girlfriend was awkward to say the least.
My last relationship had been with a guy who didn't hold hands with me till we had dated for 2 weeks and we didn't kiss for a month and a half so I had no idea what a normal pace was for dating.

Finally we held hands and that was nice, then I couldn't figure out if it was okay to kiss her and I would find out later that she wasn't sure if she could kiss me. We made the whole final hour of the date awkward because we were both trying to figure out the same question!

The best date was probably one of our most recent dates, though I sort of put any date with her at the top of the ranking. (yes, I realize I am a sap.) We went to see a Hockey game, her team was playing the home team and even though her team lost we had a great time with each other, eating stadium food and cracking jokes at the expense of both teams.

I have never been on a date.

Ever.

But if I *were* going to have a first, we would have to visit the local cemetery. Why? Think about it. If the girl dumps me, she'll have an amazing "worst first date" story that tops everything else out there. And you KNOW someone's devoted when they actually go through with the whole thing. So win-win.

Much like Mr. Toasty, I have never been on a real date.
But I have been on a fake-date.

One of my male friends felt bad for me, being in my early 20s and never having been on a date, so he took me out for what seemed to be a fine day in the park. Everything went well at first, we were having yummy crepes, had gotten some bubble tea, were sitting in the park..

And then he compared the bubbles in my bubble tea to fish eggs, and I vomitted. Oops.

In his defense, he didn't know that would happen, felt terrible, and escorted me home and made sure I felt better.

Does it count that I once got dumped in a foreign country and was forced to face up to the crapness of my ability with the local language?

For those of you who haven't dated: Do not be so hard on yourselves! I personally remember when I used to feel left out because I had never been on a date. Remember the person who can and should love you most in your life is yourself. I don't mean that in a cliche way, but I am sure anyone who has survived a bad breakup can tell you loving and valuing yourself is highly important.

I have never really had any horrid dates,other than the typical "When you asked me out to coffee I thought this was a date and you thought we were friends...oops" thing. Which is just awkward, not horrible. That has happened to me twice, apparently I didn't learn the first time. Oh and the time I tried to be straight and date a boy that went awfully. We went to a resturant where they put paper on the tables and crayons so you can draw. He insisted on sitting on the same side of the booth as me, which made me feel awkward and we played hangman, which with the right person may have been fun, but it just wasn't. I seriously considered writing the phrase"I'm a lesbian" but didn't have the confidence for it.

I actually love planning dates. Best date I ever planned was a treasure hunt thing. it went off amazingly flawlessly except for the word scramble part of it which she turned out to be atrocious at. I think it takes a special kind of person to like treasure hunt dates- they are a little out of the ordinary( also probably not good first date material). We had a really great time and got to run around downtown holding hands and being silly. And of course there was the whole treasure part at then end...

But I have had lots of wonderful dates that were less planned and being surprised is always a plus. It really just depends who I'm spending time with.

SuzanneM wrote:I actually love planning dates. Best date I ever planned was a treasure hunt thing. it went off amazingly flawlessly except for the word scramble part of it which she turned out to be atrocious at. I think it takes a special kind of person to like treasure hunt dates- they are a little out of the ordinary( also probably not good first date material). We had a really great time and got to run around downtown holding hands and being silly. And of course there was the whole treasure part at then end...

That actually sounds really cool. How did you pull it off?

Somnimiles wrote:How about the worst date I never had?

The first time I ever tried to ask a girl out, I was sixteen and at a summer youth christian camp (my parents made me go). There was a girl there from our group named Bridget, one of a pair of twins, and I'd developed a crush on her. Towards the end of the week, they were having this big hawaiian luau party (who knows why a luau), and the kids were paring off, asking each other out to this party.

So I decided to ask Bridget out, and mustered up my courage while she and some other girls were playing volleyball. As I started walking toward her, I began getting more and more nervous, and then lightheaded. As I finally got just a few feet away from her, the world went black and I passed out. "Thump!", to the ground.

I woke up laying on the ground, staring up at a dozen pretty girls all standing over me looking worried, and feeling like the biggest idiot on Earth.

Sadly, I didn't have the courage to try again.

This church camp didn't happen to be in Oklahoma, did it? If so, I might have been there!

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WARNING! Wall of text.

Anyway, I've only been on one date...

So this girl liked me. I was sitting inside one day during Youth Group (less of a Youth Group for church and more of a "hey, the church is open... let's all us crazy teens go hang out there on Wednesdays!") drawing some pictures, and this girl comes inside for the sole purpose of sitting next to me. That in and of itself should have been a fairly obvious indicator of what was going on, but I didn't pick up on it.

Anyway, I realized she was asking me out to this dance thing supposedly going on at the school after Homecoming football game. So naturally I said I couldn't make it, then doubled back on myself and decided to go. Unfortunately my sister was sitting right next to me the whole time... Here's the bad part.

This girl was half-black, and my sister realized what was going on. My family happens to be quite racist. The girl was also a little overweight, though I must say she didn't look at all lumpy or ugly. Quite the opposite, in fact. So on the way home, my sister blurts out that a half-black girl likes me and wants to go out with me... my dad proceeded to read me the riot act, and I quietly decided not to go to the dance thing.

Next day, it was Homecoming. Somewhat depressed, and having avoided the girl for most of the day despite her coming up to and talking to me (very nice of her), I just decided to take the bus home and not go. Well, halfway home I have an epiphany. This is the only girl I've ever had a chance with! Hell itself can't stop me now, I gotta go!

And so I jumped off the bus and sprinted five miles back to town, following dirt roads and railroad tracks. Being what you might call a "hopeless romantic" I was thinking what a great story this would be to tell my kids if I ever had any (and hey, it still would be), and that the run was so totally worth it. I was stoked. And I managed to make it to the small town's main street before the parade could cut me off! So I crossed the road and set off down the length of the parade looking for the girl.

Naturally, she was on the other side of the road.

So I looped around behind the parade and came up to the girl, who happened to be with some of my friends (and hers). Hey, I say, still want to go to that dance? Because screw my dad, I'll go!

Well, I stayed at a friend's house after the parade until it was time to go the football game, at which point I ran across town in the dark and made it in time to find the girl and her friends about to leave for the dance. Now the rest is stupid details, and I've got the whole setup out of the way for the punchline, so let me just sum it up for you.

Hey look, there is no dance. Damn rumors. But hey, the church is having a party! With pizza! Oh wait, my dad's there. Hey, yeah, now's probably the best time to break the news that my family is racist. Wanna go anyway? Come on, we'll figure something out. No? Ok, well... fuuuuuuuu...

In the long run, I did get my one and only intimate hug ever. Baby-steps.

Oh yeah, but then I got home and the shit hit the fan. Hoooo-raaaaaay...