Sunday, February 05, 2006
Got A Bad Date Story?
Got a Bad Date Story?We'd love to hear it!Please post it in the comments section below or e-mail it to me at: baddatesite@yahoo.com We may edit it for content, all names will be changed to protect the innocent and we may publish it in other media in addition to this blog. Hope to hear from you soon!
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After getting out of a poisonous 5-year relationship, I began hanging out with a guy friend of mine whom I had known for many years. It naturally segued into a relationship. A couple months after we got together, it was Valentine's Day. Now, in my previous relationship, and in the 6-year one before that, I never had a good Valentine's Day. I would always get my hopes up for the romaticized vision of the day that the media throws in our faces, only to be disappointed time and again, or have the night end in disater. So when my new guy invited me to dinner at this country club, I declined. I was tired of getting disappointed. He begged and begged, promising me a wonderful evening. Still, I said no. I just wasn't into it. At 6pm on Valentine's evening, my bf called me from the club. He had taken his mom and aunt, both recent widows, to dinner. He said his mom insisted on my being there. What could I do? I quickly did my hair, put on some makeup and threw on a very sexy/classy dress and knock-em-dead heels and was on my way. Well, I hit some traffic on the way and by the time I got there, it was nearly two hours since he had called...still, I got caught up in the moment as I walked through the very beautiful lobby, full of flowers, laughter and classical music playing, as I spied my gorgeous, decked-out bf in the bar with a very large and stunning bouquet of flowers. "Oh, finally, for once I am going to have a nice Valentine's Day," I thought. So, I saunter through the dining room to the bar, all eyes on me as I leave a trail of Chanel No. 5 in the air behind me. I get to my bf, he hands me the bouquet, we go in for the kiss and........he promptly FALLS OVER DRUNK. His mom and aunt had left after an hour, taking his car, and he sat there sampling all of the specialty martinis while he waited for me. Soooo...no dinner, no dancing, I drove my drunk boyfriend home, then went home and cried into my roses. (Footnote: we ended up being together for more than a year, and he was the best boyfriend I ever had...till he screwed up again...)
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