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Okay, mine doesn't sound that bad anymore.
A few years ago, I met a fellow "vegan" online and took her out to dinner. She ordered steak. Despite a misunderstanding about the definition of veganism, she seemed pretty cool and we had a lot of similar interests so I agreed to go to her place for a little while. Eventually, she pulled me down to kiss her and....had a sleep attack while we were making out. I rearranged her so she could snore away on my lap and concentrated on trying not to die of embarrassment. When she started to wake up, I made sure she was alright, excused myself, and bolted. She never told me she was narcoleptic, I found out much later after a while thinking I had become just that boring overnight.
 
After reading this thread, I feel like there should be an emoji that says 'That's fucking hilarious...but I feel terrible for you at the same time."

"Like" and "WTF?" just aren't adequate for some of these stories. Picks you up with his whole family, ffs. That's not a date; it's the plot of a bad episode of That 70's Show.
 
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. :whew: For those of you who read this whole wall of text, kudos.

If recent threads have tought me anything then its obviously the victims fault... Damnit Iris and your irrisistable kisses. :rofl:
 
Oh, not that kind of date...

Back in the day, I was 18, on a third date with a girl who I had little doubt about following that third date assumption. We planned to just meet at the restaurant, since I had to come straight from work a good distance in the wrong direction from her place. I get there first, sit at the bar and order a beer. And then she walks in, with her parents right behind her... And who was her dad? My FAVORITE (sarcasm) teacher from hight school. Turns out it was one of their favorite places to eat so they figured they would give her a ride and have supper. So there I am, underage, drinking a beer, and he knows damn well how old I am, and im pretty sure he also knew my intentions towards his daughter. Needless to say, they took her home as well.


I should note that we did continue dating after that, but I'm almost positive she had to lie about where she was going every time. Oh the joys of being young and living with your parents
 
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I went on a date once with my boyfriend at the time (we were 13) and it started out with me going into his room finding a large poster of naked girls on the wall which was pretty awkward for a shy 13 year old girl who didn't even hardly know what porn was. xD We then hopped in his dads car and went to his grandparents, ate some good food and decided to take a walk. At the river, he kept teasing me for never kissing a boy, but when I went to kiss him he flipped out and pushed me away, but I did it eventually. He could only respond with "your nipples are hard." xD After this we ended up stopping at a store to get some pizza bun thing and he slapped my ass then on the way home his dad literally slapped my upper thigh while spouting some sexist trash. Typical shitty preteen date. It was probably more like a play date. xD
 
Had a pretty bad double date once. I was 20, gf was 19. Had a party one weekend, and this 30-ish couple showed up. No idea who brought them, or who they knew. They were just there with good weed. All I needed to know.

The guy, Shaggy was kinda quiet. The girl, Big Pearl, was the exact opposite; she didn't let the fact that she was the size of my previous 4 girlfriends combined stop her from being the life of the party. Witty, funny, happy, loud...loads of personality.

I got in touch with Shaggy the following week about getting some weed. He mentioned they had some passes to White Water, a water amusement park. Said if we were interested we could all four go and make a day of it.

So they came by and picked us up in their car. Shaggy was driving. Big Pearl riding shotgun. I am sitting directly behind her.

Started to get a really weird vibe. Shaggy was saying nothing. Big Pearl, on the other hand, was chatting me up like crazy. My gf tried to get in the conversation a couple of times, but Big Pearl just snubbed the hell out of her. Then, about twenty minutes into our second encounter with these people, Big Pearl snuck a hand down alongside her seat, reached back and began rubbing my leg.

I got my gf's attention, pointed at Big Pearl's hand, and moved my leg. Gf''s eyes got real wide, then she just rolled her eyes as she turned her head away.

So there it was. This wasn't a trip to an amusement park followed by scoring some weed; this was a swingers outing. My gf and I weren't saints when it came to this sort of thing, but later she told me there was no way she would have f*cked Shaggy. And I certainly wasn't going to go and get myself lost in the folds of Big Pearl's flesh.

The next couple of hours were not really enjoyable. The whole time we were at the park I tried to present Big Pearl with a cold shoulder while I focused on my gf. Gf was acting awkward and uncomfortable. Big Pearl just got more and more flirtatious. Shaggy just seemed oblivious to the entire thing; he might have said 10 words the whole time.

We left the park, went back to their apartment and changed clothes. Shaggy went to another apartment to get my weed. Gets back and we light up. Strong stuff. Heart pounding paranoia weed. Started thinking about the cops, and wondering how safe their apartment complex was (didn't look so great)...all kinds of fun stuff. Also was trying to figure out how to politely fend off Shaggy's invitation to spend the night if we wanted to “party”.

We were planning to go out to eat, and my gf and Big Pearl went in the bathroom to do their makeup. Then things took a bad turn. Big Pearl came storming back into the room. And happy, funny, witty Big Pearl was pissed.

Started screaming at Shaggy, stuff like “IF YOU WANT TO FUCK A YOUNGER GIRL...”. For the better part of an hour she screamed, bawled, stomped into other rooms where you could hear her throwing things, stomped back in, then screamed and bawled some more. A real tirade.

I started looking for little openings, asking Shaggy if there was any chance he could go ahead and take us home. He finally got the nerve up to run the idea by Big Pearl, and she went off even more, screaming about “THAT IS MY CAR MOTHERF*CKER, I'LL TAKE THEM HOME MYSELF AND WHEN I GET BACK YOU BETTER BE GONE BLAH BLAH BLAH...” Things just kind of got blurry there for a while.

We wound up back in their car, except for Shaggy, who was left at the apartment. Gf was in the back seat, I was riding shotgun, Big Pearl was driving; and as she guided that peppy little 5.0 liter back onto the public roads, it was clear her tantrum was nowhere near finished.

It was about a 30 minute drive back to our house. She drove like a goddamn maniac the whole way. Weaving in and out of traffic, stomping the accelerator, hard braking...I had weed on me, but I was praying for a cop to pull us over.

One minute she was crying, the next she was panting through clenched teeth and banging the steering wheel with her fist. Seemed like the closer we got to our house, the more unstable Big Pearl got. The last curve was a 90 degree 10 mph one, and as she approached it she muttered something about “Maybe I should run off the road and just kill myself” and stomped on the accelerator again. I honest to god thought she was going to do it; but at the last minute she hit the brakes.

After she dropped us off, I asked my gf what the hell happened in that bathroom while they were doing their makeup. Turns out Big Pearl asked my gf something about whether Shaggy had tried to make his move on her yet. Don't know when it happened, but he ran a one liner past her. Gf told Big Pearl about it. That is what set her off. Which is silly, because it was pretty clear to me that is what the two of them had in mind from the get-go.

Never in my life seen anyone act this way, before or since. Never.
 
Highschool junior asks me (freshman at the time) out and I say yes. He wanted to go to the mall for our date, I mentioned that I only really had money for the food court and he said "Yeah but it's really cool to just walk around!" No, it isn't, but fine. My mom drops us off. We wander around a bit, he says some over-the-top shit like I'm "an angel" and he feels so "lucky to have me". Kinda weirded out but alright whatever maybe that's just what guys do on the first date? We end up outside and he wants to kiss. I think "Well, I guess a peck won't be awful and-" BAM dude mashes his face into mine and sticks his tongue down my throat. This is the same moment I discover what stale menthols taste like, and decide I am ragequitting this shit.

I pull back, say "I'm not ready for that". Awkward silence ensues and he seems pretty put off. I tell him I need to go to the bathroom, and I immediately call my mom. She answers and I rattle off "Mom, abort mission, this is a terrible idea, call me in about 2mins and say I gotta go or something because this shit is all sorts of weird and I just wanna go home." Mom does exactly that. Calls in 2 minutes to say she needs to pick me up for one thing or another and shows up super fast to take us home. Date asks me into his house, I give mom an awkward look, she gives me this "be back in 5mins or I'm coming in with a flashbang" stare and I go ahead. His bedroom reeks of pot and menthols. He gives me a tiny menthol-and-pot scented teddy bear. He leans forward for a kiss and I bust in with a handshake. That Monday morning I tell him to please not call me his girlfriend and preferably don't talk to me any longer. About a week later he wrote me a love letter covered in human tears. It's all about how he "wishes things could be different", that I was "his angel", and that he "would rather die than be without me". He got all of that neediness from one awkward mall date.

BONUS: One day he saw me walking with two guy friends to a class that we all (cept for menthol guy) shared together. Every day for about a month I'd tell him to leave us alone, and he refused to. He eventually decided that my two guy friends were the reason he couldn't be with me, so he started insulting them on our walk to class. I told him in no uncertain terms that if he didn't back off I was going to punch him in the nose. He insisted that wasn't true and continued to harass my buddies. I spun around, punched him in the nose, and walked to class. Cue guy friends uncontrollable laughter and menthol guy never follows me to class again.
 
I dated a girl from work, one of our office temps. Vastly different, where I grew up relatively poor but worked hard to get where I am, and she lived in a £1million house her parents had.

Unfortunately, it appears money can't buy you razors and the restaurant light was unforgiving, allowing me to notice for the first time that she had what could only be described as a Hitler moustache. Couldn't bring myself to mention it, and struggled to compose myself when she raised her hand to try and attract the attention of a waitress.
 
I went on a second date with a guy who was a very attractive, but, shall we say, high-functioning neurotic who spent 90% of the date crying about how we couldn't be together. He was a comedian/actor/screenwriter/cater-waiter who was really into weightlifting, but caught a case of the sads because he's a hardgainer. We had a nice first date--ate diner breakfast for dinner, took a walk on the pier, held hands, made out a lot. He gave me a winter hat, I laughed at his jokes--it was a good first date! But somewhere between the first and second date, he had a meltdown, where he realized that having a girlfriend would interfere with his gym and meal time, therefore rendering him an ugly monster--by his reckoning, not mine. But we set up a second date.

He called me twenty minutes before the date, when I was at work, and he cried that he was walking away from the train station because he couldn't do this, he couldn't sacrifice his gains for a girl, and I convinced him to stick it out and at least eat dinner with me. We could go somewhere with lots of protein, even. I guess he changed his mind because he got on the goddamn train and showed up at my workplace. We went for a walk on the pier where we watched a photography session for an Indian wedding, he cried into my hair and shoulder, he insulted my artwork--he said that he expected my paintings to be darker, because the colors I use obfuscate the horrible experiences I've had--and then he said that he felt his better match would have been a writer or a comedienne, because he personally doesn't like the visual arts. And then we got dinner!

We ate dinner at a nice Cuban place, and I filled up on pernil but gave him my extra beans and rice. He probably shouldn't have eaten my leftovers because on the walk back to my bus stop, he kept trying to push me ten feet ahead of him because he needed to rip ass and wanted a little privacy. When we reached the bus stop, he said he wasn't going to kiss me because he didn't want to lead me on, but when the bus finally arrived, he pulled me in and KISSED ME RIGHT ON THE EYEBALL.

And I hate to say that I actually went on a third date with him.
 
I haven't had any really bad dates. I've had relationships end horribly, but individual dates have all been pretty good.
My one attempt at dating a lady was probably my worst. She was about an hour late meeting me at a coffee shop/bar, but by then I'd already been invited to join a work friend and her group who were there. My date only hung around for one very quick drink and then bolted. I guess I was her bad date? In any case, I ended up hanging out with a really cool group of hot lesbians. :D

I also went on a date with a guy in college who drove us to the middle of nowhere to make out in the back seat of his car. Where we were going wasn't discussed beforehand, so it could have ended badly, but I was fine with it. He was a very strange person, but a hell of a kisser! He got thrown in jail a week or so later for having copious amounts of weed and I never saw him again.

I have a weird history of only dating heavy drug users/dealers or promiscuous straight edgers.
 
I went on a second date with a guy who was a very attractive, but, shall we say, high-functioning neurotic who spent 90% of the date crying about how we couldn't be together. He was a comedian/actor/screenwriter/cater-waiter who was really into weightlifting, but caught a case of the sads because he's a hardgainer...
Poor guy.

If you are still in contact with him, please forward the hug I gave you to him. Along with this...
https://www.charlesatlas.com/
 
Poor guy.

If you are still in contact with him, please forward the hug I gave you to him. Along with this...
https://www.charlesatlas.com/

Alas, he broke it off with me five minutes after saying he loved me, and the last time I heard from him, he disapproved of my job because he thought I should be above sexuality in all forms. He was asexual and apparently I broke his heart by being totally okay with the idea of masturbating for strangers in order to not be homeless. The saddest thing is that he has a very nice body by typical western standards, but severe body dysmorphia. He confessed that he had been taking propecia for ten years because he thought he was bald when he actually had a decent hairline for a 35-year-old.

He cooked me a bangin' steak on our third date, though.
 
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I found out that the reason he had his family drive us was because he didn't have his license, not because he was scared of driving, or thought that public transportation was suitable, or he just didn't want to, but because he figured he would always live with his parents who could drive him wherever he needed to go. I had even offered to drive for the date when we were planning it, but he had said no, he would prefer to pick me up... It turns out he had a lot of weird ideas about masculinity and gender roles, and I guess that it's more embarrassing to have your female date drive you somewhere than to have your parents take you to pick her up. To this day, he's a grown up person who lives with his parents, doesn't work, and doesn't drive.

wow... goes to show beauty isn't everything. haha. good luck to that guy in life... :/
 
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Dude took me to a marching band competition on a beautiful Sat afternoon. That was odd, but I thought... ok. I was in marching band. (nerd) :) I figured I could enjoy the nostalgia and the snack stand. :) Found out he was working the event. I thought, ok, he wanted to go out with me but couldn't get the day off. Wish he'd just told me, but... I can feel sympathy for his plight. THEN I found out he'd signed me up to run trophies onto the field and fetch drinks and snacks for the judges... OK. At this point I am annoyed, but I don't like to make a a big deal of my annoyance. I work. I work hard. Then, I find out from him that he was hoping I would work at a faster pace. He is getting bored "only" fetching snacks, running scores, running trophies, and loading trucks. He says he'll catch up with me later, and then he literally RUNS away. I watched him running back and forth all day like a cracked out go'fer, waiving to me periodically with an insane smile on his face and a big thumbs up.

This was our last date. lol.
 
I don't have a "WTF" kind of story, it was more along the lines of meeting to eat dinner and just not clicking. I called her the next day and tried to explain that it was obvious she didn't want to be with me and that was cool because some people hit it off and some just don't.
 
a couple years back i agreed to go out with a guy i met on a lame online dating site he seemed pretty nice when i was taking to him online so i thought hey this could be fun and oh my god i was so wrong. we decided to get sushi and as we sit down he tells the hostes not even the waitress that he wants a beer and at the time i was like hmm but w.e it was hot out and cold beer on a hot day is great he then proceeds to get drunk before we even get our food but he was paying so i was like man i love suchi to much to pass up a free dinner after dinner i say my thank you for dinner and goodbye but he begs me to come to a show at a bar here and he worked there so we would of got in for free and i knew it was gunna be a good show man was a wrong he ended up getting beligerent and his boss ended up kicking him out i stayed and had a great time with friends who had already been there :) but man now if a guy decides to have more than 2 beers on a date we didng agree on getting drunk on i leave. but thank god my current man is like me and hardly drinks anyways :)
 
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Dude took me to a marching band competition on a beautiful Sat afternoon. That was odd, but I thought... ok. I was in marching band. (nerd) :) I figured I could enjoy the nostalgia and the snack stand. :) Found out he was working the event. I thought, ok, he wanted to go out with me but couldn't get the day off. Wish he'd just told me, but... I can feel sympathy for his plight. THEN I found out he'd signed me up to run trophies onto the field and fetch drinks and snacks for the judges... OK. At this point I am annoyed, but I don't like to make a a big deal of my annoyance. I work. I work hard. Then, I find out from him that he was hoping I would work at a faster pace. He is getting bored "only" fetching snacks, running scores, running trophies, and loading trucks. He says he'll catch up with me later, and then he literally RUNS away. I watched him running back and forth all day like a cracked out go'fer, waiving to me periodically with an insane smile on his face and a big thumbs up.

This was our last date. lol.

I'm pretty sure this is my favourite story yet and I LOVE that you were so chill and just rolled with it, haha. :D
 
A guy asked me out to dinner when I was 22 and I accepted. He chooses the place-it's upscale and pricey, and I was assuming he would pay, but then I had to pay because he claimed he forgot his wallet. He said he would pay me back, but never did. He was a douche to the server, snapping his fingers at her when he needed another drink, and was on his phone most of the time. When he wasn't on the phone, he was showing me pics of his very beautiful ex-girlfriend, who I guess was a swimsuit model, and comparing me to her. He said stuff like if you worked out, you could maybe look half this good. But I can tell you don't work out, you have some pudge on your belly. At this point, I was pissed off and just wanted to go home. Went home and found out later through a friend that he got back with his ex. I think he just used me for a free dinner. Twatwaffle. lol
 
A guy asked me out to dinner when I was 22 and I accepted. He chooses the place-it's upscale and pricey, and I was assuming he would pay, but then I had to pay because he claimed he forgot his wallet. He said he would pay me back, but never did. He was a douche to the server, snapping his fingers at her when he needed another drink, and was on his phone most of the time. When he wasn't on the phone, he was showing me pics of his very beautiful ex-girlfriend, who I guess was a swimsuit model, and comparing me to her. He said stuff like if you worked out, you could maybe look half this good. But I can tell you don't work out, you have some pudge on your belly. At this point, I was pissed off and just wanted to go home. Went home and found out later through a friend that he got back with his ex. I think he just used me for a free dinner. Twatwaffle. lol

I had a similar date where the guy "forgot his wallet." He was my first date after a long-term relationship ended and my first ever online dating experience as an adult. We met in a park and made out for an hour and then moved into his car and made out for four more hours. He decided he was hungry, so we went to a diner. He ordered two meals for himself--he liked half of one and half the other, so instead of asking them to customize his meal, he just ordered both. He also ordered like seven different sides of sauce for dipping and a coke without ice--when the coke was served with ice, he got uppity and made the waiter fix it. I decided not to judge (to his face) because I figured he'd be paying for his own food.

I ordered a fruit salad and a coffee because it was 1am and making out on a full stomach is gross.

So we eat, and when the waiter drops the bill, he mimes pulling out his wallet and being shocked that it's not there. "Ooops, I guess I left my wallet at home." I should have said "oops, I guess you're washing dishes tonight," but I wanted to be the cool girl and pay for everything even though that meal almost wiped out what was left in my checking account. He later got butthurt when I said I wasn't looking to have casual sex and stopped seeing me, but I'll never forget how painful it was watching him order and eat food. Bullet dodged.
 
A guy asked me out to dinner when I was 22 and I accepted. He chooses the place-it's upscale and pricey, and I was assuming he would pay, but then I had to pay because he claimed he forgot his wallet. He said he would pay me back, but never did. He was a douche to the server, snapping his fingers at her when he needed another drink, and was on his phone most of the time. When he wasn't on the phone, he was showing me pics of his very beautiful ex-girlfriend, who I guess was a swimsuit model, and comparing me to her. He said stuff like if you worked out, you could maybe look half this good. But I can tell you don't work out, you have some pudge on your belly. At this point, I was pissed off and just wanted to go home. Went home and found out later through a friend that he got back with his ex. I think he just used me for a free dinner. Twatwaffle. lol

Wow. So was this guys real name actually Lucifer or what? Damn. Screw him.
 
My first ever date was with my childhood friend. He was a lovely guy and just asked me out. We saw one another every single day and always spent time together so every one though it was going that way. I was 15 at this point, he was 16.

He'd never kissed a girl or anything at all.

So he invites me to the cinema. We're sitting there with popcorn and he suddenly puts his arm over my shoulder and moves in to kiss me then stops. He told me to hang on and he turned away and then in his hand is his retainer still covered in spit. And then he tried to kiss me again.

I had to leave for the "toilet" to squeak down the phone asking what on earth I should do because I can't deal with spit. I spent the rest of the film with my mouth stuffed with popcorn.
 
In my life I've never been able or capable of asking a female for the "traditional" date ("would you want to go on a date?---we'll see a movie and get something to eat"? Just the typical stuff). I think I missed out on that part of life. I took the bus miles to an all boys high school. In college it was a couple of years of staying in my room and a few others hanging out with others who were older and not interested in the dating scene. It's not like I didn't hook up and relationships didn't form, but I never got the chance to ask that question: "Do you want to go out on a date"? In my older age...maybe add that to the bucket list.

I know I would be on time, and I would pay for the food and stuff...but that stuff is scary. :shame:
 
I think my worst date was worse for the girl than for myself.

My roommate's GF had set me up with friend of hers and bunch of us were going skiing. The plan was I would drive her up in the 4 hour drive to South Lake Tahoe and we'd get to know each other during the drive. It started out fine she was cute, and we had a good conversation for the first couple of hours. The winter storm came early and hit hard. I'm a So Cal boy and had very limited experience driving in snow, My RX-7 wasn't a good snow car, so when everyone else pulled over to put on chains so did I. Now I had even under the best of circumstance I'm not mechanical. I had no clue how to put on chains, and at night with flashlight, in 25 degree weather in a blizzard, it was no time to learn. I got them on but after no more than 10 miles one of the chains fell off. I was pretty nervous slipping and sliding on the mountain roads, and she looked terrified. We came to a gas station, who relieved me of a lot of money for their expensive chains and put them on. About 2 AM they shut the highway. My crack about huddling to stay warm, was meet with an icy stare that made long for the warmth of the blizzard outside. We had ski clothes so we didn't freeze, but still it was cold ass long night. The road reopened about 6 AM, between the mountain of snow and my lack of sleep, I missed a turn off, and drove probably a good 45 minutes into Nevada before I figured out I was going the wrong way. We got to the cabin at 8 AM the 4 hour trip had turned to 16 hours. It didn't help that both other cars got to the cabin by midnight. She actually talked to me briefly by Monday, but there was no question I was trying back alone.
 
In my life I've never been able or capable of asking a female for the "traditional" date ("would you want to go on a date?---we'll see a movie and get something to eat"? Just the typical stuff). I think I missed out on that part of life. I took the bus miles to an all boys high school. In college it was a couple of years of staying in my room and a few others hanging out with others who were older and not interested in the dating scene. It's not like I didn't hook up and relationships didn't form, but I never got the chance to ask that question: "Do you want to go out on a date"? In my older age...maybe add that to the bucket list.

I know I would be on time, and I would pay for the food and stuff...but that stuff is scary. :shame:

Yeah. I've never been on a traditional date. I keep to myself usually, and I'm not much into hanging after work. So, I haven't had that opportunity to ask.
 
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