Bad date drama
It starts out innocently enough.
A boy looks your way, asks your number, actually calls and asks you out on a date.
You accept.
On the night of the date, you get all dolled up (or sexified, depending on what image you're trying to portray), and eagerly anticipate the following four to six hours.
Sometimes it goes smooth. He opens doors, you chat, you laugh, he compliments, you smile, and at the end of the night, you're left with a woozy feeling.
Sometimes it just doesn't work out. You go to dinner, you don't have much to say (and neither does he), you just don't click, and at the end of the night, you go home and go straight to bed.
And then, there's the bad date.
I've had a number of bad dates, but this one ranks up in the Top 5:
I met Boy at a party of a (sort of) mutual friend. We seemed to hit it off OK, so when he called me and asked me out to dinner and a movie, I readily accepted. Mother Nature was working against us the night of our date, and it was raining. Unfortunately, it also rained inside his car, as water leaked in on me through the door. It was still early on, and the rain wasn't really his fault, I told myself, so I was still game.
We arrived at dinner at some chain restaurant in a somewhat wet state. Conversation was not going well. We're finally seated, and he starts talking about the size of his hands. Then he says: "You know what they about guys with big hands?" and he half winked at me. I just sort of smiled, but really, that is not first-date dinner conversation! Dinner went on, rather uneventfully as he continued to talk about himself, making sure to include all the different colleges he was accepted to, how smart he was and what an upstanding person he was in general.
After that, we went and saw the movie SWAT. All through the movie I silently pleaded that he not touch me. Finally, we got to leave. And both of us dejectedly went home.
What was a bad date that you went on? What are some things that kill a date?
A boy looks your way, asks your number, actually calls and asks you out on a date.
You accept.
On the night of the date, you get all dolled up (or sexified, depending on what image you're trying to portray), and eagerly anticipate the following four to six hours.
Sometimes it goes smooth. He opens doors, you chat, you laugh, he compliments, you smile, and at the end of the night, you're left with a woozy feeling.
Sometimes it just doesn't work out. You go to dinner, you don't have much to say (and neither does he), you just don't click, and at the end of the night, you go home and go straight to bed.
And then, there's the bad date.
I've had a number of bad dates, but this one ranks up in the Top 5:
I met Boy at a party of a (sort of) mutual friend. We seemed to hit it off OK, so when he called me and asked me out to dinner and a movie, I readily accepted. Mother Nature was working against us the night of our date, and it was raining. Unfortunately, it also rained inside his car, as water leaked in on me through the door. It was still early on, and the rain wasn't really his fault, I told myself, so I was still game.
We arrived at dinner at some chain restaurant in a somewhat wet state. Conversation was not going well. We're finally seated, and he starts talking about the size of his hands. Then he says: "You know what they about guys with big hands?" and he half winked at me. I just sort of smiled, but really, that is not first-date dinner conversation! Dinner went on, rather uneventfully as he continued to talk about himself, making sure to include all the different colleges he was accepted to, how smart he was and what an upstanding person he was in general.
After that, we went and saw the movie SWAT. All through the movie I silently pleaded that he not touch me. Finally, we got to leave. And both of us dejectedly went home.
What was a bad date that you went on? What are some things that kill a date?
posted by Anonymous at 9:29 AM
3 Comments:
...and then that same guy hit on your friend a few months later!
The only truly bad date I went on was a sort of double date as a favor for a friend... Once the guy discovered I was ticklish, he would NOT stop. It was terrible, but my friend got a good date out of it! :D
Being that "friend" who Becki went on the double date for, I still remain grateful. She had to endure a lot of tickling, and only got the pleasure of watching "High Fidelity" in return. That's what friends are for! :)
At least the movie was good. Can I just say I went on a date with John Cusack?
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