Bad Dates Hall of Fame
Marie Claire has an excellent slideshow of 27 ladies describing the worst dates they’ve ever been on. For instance, this one:
We head to a really nice steakhouse, and after appetizers and his third martini, he starts to speak baby talk to me, as in “Would you wike a wittle kissy-wissy?” Our steaks arrive and he reached across the table to cut my meat for me! I’m completely freaked out, decide I’m going to the bathroom, and he asks if I need help wiping. (I wish I was making this up.)
It’s an extremely entertaining read. And you can leave your own bad-date tale in the comments section over there, orrrr you can do so over here! Either or, who even cares! Here, I’ll share mine:
It was a blind Craigslist date, and I thought he had put his information down wrong when he said he was 6’2″ and 120 lbs., because I thought that was physically impossible, but it wasn’t! Oh my god, he was like this spun-glass skeletor. To be honest, though, the date was bad almost entirely because of me — I thought going to a bar trivia night would be fun, because even if we didn’t hit it off, we would always have a game to play — but that was a mistake because I forgot what a horrible, obsessive jerk I am (WAS! was) about bar trivia, and so when he wanted to talk about his family and ask me questions about my life and stuff, I was like, “Wait, what did they say? Something, something Swiss Family Robinson? Can you ask that guy what the question was?” And he was endlessly patient, and I was just this monster who literally at one point put my hands over my ears and screamed, “I CAN’T HEAR THE QUESTIONS!” because the bar had gotten so crowded. Why am I telling this story? Oh, but also at one point in the middle of the date, this guy pointed to a spot on his wrist and said, “I think that’s a bedbug bite.” And this was before the bedbug insanity, so I guess you could say he was ahead of the curve.