
I once had a guy take me on a date to a really nice resturant (like you can easily spend $150 on two people)...Then at the end of the date he asked me if I was covering the bill or if he needed to get his half because it was "pricey as hell and going to ruin his wallet"... After he insisted we go to the dang expensive resturant! Needless to say I didn't go on a second date with him!
I dunno, that sounds like a decent date. Did they at least let you get McNugs and let you pick the movie?McDonalds and a movie. Which would have been fine if I was 16, but I was 27.

You f*cked her, didn't you?She showed up in a car that was literally belching smoke, came in dragging three screaming kids, wearing a tank top with stains on it. She had a pretty face, but when she smiled, she was actually missing teeth, like every Arkansas stereotype (and she was only in her early 20s). She sat way too close, groped me several times and within 5 minutes or so was asking me if I had a good job. I bolted.
In the same boat here, ees okay! I mean...no, I haven't gone out on girls' night with your sister, but the one-person date-thing (and only a couple dates at that) happens to apply to me, too. I'm terrified I can't tell a worst-date story, though, because it's possible I might have been the worst part of said dates. *EEK*Wow, y'all make me feel extremely inexperienced........ I've only been on "dates" with exactly one person. Unless girls' night with my sister count.... Yikes. >.<
Dates are harder to brush off than bad sex, and at least with sex there usually isn't a discussion of outside topics. Imo, a lack of dating isn't a bad thing. It just means you're more selective of who you choose to spend your free time with.In the same boat here, ees okay! I mean...no, I haven't gone out on girls' night with your sister, but the one-person date-thing (and only a couple dates at that) happens to apply to me, too. I'm terrified I can't tell a worst-date story, though, because it's possible I might have been the worst part of said dates. *EEK*

Who is that man in that photo and what is it supposed to mean in this post?I think it was an X-Men film that we saw primarily because she liked Hugh Jackman, and if by "McNugs" you mean, *ahem*...
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Wow, y'all make me feel extremely inexperienced........ I've only been on "dates" with exactly one person. Unless girls' night with my sister count.... Yikes. >.<

 For those of you who read this whole wall of text, kudos.
 For those of you who read this whole wall of text, kudos.Some good did come of it, though. It caused me to purchase my first handgun.For those of you who read this whole wall of text, kudos.
I met a guy on a dating site that lived 4.5 hours North of me. We hit it off, and immediately planned a date despite the distance. It was supposed to be just a friend hang-out sorta thing to get to know each other. We decided to drive 6 hours South (of me, so 10.5 hours south of him) to see AFI and Green Day play in concert. Day of the date came, and he was at my house early. He drove his motorcycle the whole way, so he rented a car to drive to the concert. Everything was going well. Concert gets done, we drive back to my house. It's like 4 in the morning at this point, so I said he could sleep on my couch. He didn't seem creepy or anything at this point, in fact, he seemed pretty cool. Anyway, the next day, he couldn't get his motorcycle started. So I had to drive him all the way up to his house. Long-ass drive, but it was kinda my fault that he was stranded. Told him he could just leave his bike at my house for a few days until he could get a truck to haul it back home.
Then came the weird vibes. I told him that I wasn't interested in a relationship, but we could be friends. He wouldn't take no for an answer (over the phone). So he showed up at my house at 2 in the morning with flowers from a gas station. Apparently he owned a car, but it was also a POS. Begged me to reconsider. I told him no. He stayed in his car all night in my driveway. The next day, he wouldn't leave. He had spent the entire night texting me, switching from begging to threatening. At first, I was just annoyed, but his persistence and increasing threats made me worry that he would hurt me if I opened the door or let him in. I needed to leave for work, but he would not leave. He demanded to see me. I repeatedly told him that I didn't want to see or talk to him, and to never contact me again. Told him I'd call the cops if he didn't leave.
He got out of his car and sat on my front porch for an hour. Kept texting things like, "I don't care. Call the cops. I'd crawl naked over hot coals to look into your beautiful eyes again." I called the police and explained the situation. It took them an hour to show up. He stayed on my porch the whole time. I had to call work, and tell them why I was late. Cops show up. Read all my text messages. They tell him to never contact me again. That he has one week to remove his motorcycle from the property, and when he comes to get it, to only take the bike and not try to talk to or see me. He finally leaves.
A few days go by, and he comes back. But again, just in his car, alone. He doesn't talk to me, but he does put a cover over the bike. Leaves. He shows up again 3 days later, hauling a toolbox. He stays outside for a whole day working on the bike. Needless to say, I didn't leave the house that day. He doesn't come back for 2 months. I was about to call the cops and ask if I could get it hauled away or sell it, but I kept waiting because ... I dunno. I'm a good person, and I guess, even though he was super crazy, I just felt it was a shitty thing to do. Anyway, he comes back in a truck with a trailer and finally takes the thing away. He still contacted me through social media twice every year just to say that he was thinking about me until I blocked him completely.
Oh, you think the story's over? Not quite. The night that he stayed in my living room? Well, my computer was in there. And apparently he used it. Cause I got a huge virus and had one hell of a time getting it off. It was cause... dun dun dun... he installed a keylogger on it. And was searching for porn. While I was sleeping in the next room. His search terms were hilarious, though. He was googling, "big sexy tits," "girls with large boobs," "big breasts," etc. SERIOUSLY. What guy of 25 years old doesn't already know porn sites to go to directly or better porn descriptions than that???
Anyway, this whole situation was after we went on ONE date and kissed. That's it. I can't even imagine how crazy he'd be if we had gotten serious!! Some good did come of it, though. It caused me to purchase my first handgun.For those of you who read this whole wall of text, kudos.
Same here. haha. By the middle of the second paragraph, I was thinking "Time to fetch Daddy's long rifle and send one zippin' past his ear."I 'liked' your post for the buying the handgun part, not the psycho stalker part. Wanted a WTF for that, but the liking the handgun part took over.

Reading all your bad dates, one that i had in mind doesn't sound that bad. Few years a go i like having social media profiles like tagged, hi5 etc and you would meet a lot of people there.
I was talking with a guy who seem pretty cool.He said he is working at the church, administration something.He didn't seem super religious and even so, each with their beliefs.He asks me out and we go out one evening to have a juice and we talk for awhile and he is talking a lot about God and how he's the Lord and if i go church and how often I pray. I lie a bit and say that i do go church sometimes.Then he asks me if I'm a virgin. I thought this would be a cute moment and talk about astrology and see if our signs math or whatever.So i said "no, I'm Cancer, i told you my birthday was last month". "No, I mean, if you are a virgin..."
I paused for few seconds looking at him, and I start laughing.Badly. He was confused.
I said that i must go it was nice but i got something to do.Blocked him and moved on.
These church women. Flaunting their repressed sexuality like it is a sign of self control.I went out with a woman who told me during dinner that she was a devout Christian...

 
	