What’s the weirdest date you ever had?
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Squeeze and I went up to the local microbrewery/grill, and had a couple (which for me equals numbness in extremities). Guys from the local college came in while we were shooting pool in the basement, and one started videotaping the other pounding nails up his nose. I was all, “Whatever,” which is how I view the universe when The Man and I are together, and then realized the next day how freaking weird! A guy pounding nails (Big honking nails!) Up His Nose! While we were shooting pool.
If the world does end, I hope I’m with the big guy, because it won’t matter so much then.
1. there was the Nazi
2. there was the guy who ex wife kept calling
3. there was the guy who still lived with his parents
4. there was the guy who thought it was “interesting” that I looked white but identified as Native American
5. there was the was the guy who asked me if my boobs where real
6. there was the who asked me “what’s up with the dyke shoes”
7. there was the guy who took me to church…
8. there was the guy who took me to a party for fat chicks
9. there was the gay guy who needed a date to cover the fact he was gay
10. there was the guy who hated the fact I read comic books
11. that doesn’t include all the short guys who got pissed off that I wore heels
12. there was the married guy
13. there was the I’m living with my ex girlfriend guy
14. there was the guy who only ate non brown food
15. there was guy who made me pay
16. there was the guy who had a fear of cars
17. there was the guy who had never left Boston
18. there was the guy who “wanted to try dating fat women”
19. there was the guy who was balding but wouldn’t admit it so he wore a toupee
20. there was the I don’t believe in public transportation guy
21. there was the my baby’s momma needs some diapers do you mind stopping at target guy
22. there was Mr. “just got here from Africa and needed a green card” guy
23. that doesn’t even include the guys where we had nothing in common and/or no spark or the ones that I can’t remember off the top of my head
24. And that doesn’t include Ed, who I thought I was dating and it turns out that he had a girlfriend and I only found that out from his MySpace account.
God, I don’t think I can compete with that.
I know I can’t compete with that the worst I can remember is being asked if I was her husband…didn’t know until then she was married.
this was an online dating date for real:
we meet at the nice restaurant around the corner from where i lived. i find out he still (as in never lived anywhere else) lives with his parents even though he’s in his 30s and a lawyer fer chrissakes. then he starts pointing out the jewelry on the women around us. “look at that woman over there. can you believe someone would give that fat pig a rock like that? and her…and her?” then throughout dinner, i kid you not, he keeps finding ways to tell me how big his cock is.
then as we walk out the restaurant he says “you’re kinda hot, i could stand a roll in the sack with you.”
yeah in your fucking dreams, bud.
oh i forgot about the first date where we went to an s&m club…that one was FUN!
I remember this one guy I met at a party; I’d been talking to people about how every guy I met seemed to be a junkie or an alcoholic, and how I just wanted to meet someone normal.
So he asked me out. He showed up the night of our date REEKING of booze (he announced he’d been out drinking until dawn) and too late for us to go to dinner first before the concert. Once we got to the club, he kept complaining that the drinks were too expensive.
I ran into a friend and her husband at the show and begged them not to leave me alone with him.
After the show, I reminded him I hadn’t had dinner. He said he didn’t want to go anywhere that didn’t serve beer, so we ended up in a 24-hour campus pizza place.
He tried to kiss me goodnight and I did the sideways cheek swipe as I raced out the door. Arggghh…
This was a few weeks after the cokehead who showed up an hour late and informed me we couldn’t go to dinner because he’d stopped to buy drugs and blew all his money.
More cheap guys than I can count.
But the worst was the guy who made his money as a day trader & cable contractor. He was a real show-off with his car, cash, etc, but he wouldn’t let me see where he lived. At the end of a reasonably nice date (in which I got us lost looking for a bar to go to after dinner), I took him home & he got me a little more, uh, vulnerable than I was entirely comfortable being, then left, never to be heard from again. Creep.
Uh, the one where I can’t remember kissing him goodnight. Sheesh!
With an Australian vegan barrister here in London. The woman had far too many contradictions. It was a very long evening - probably for both of us.