Monday, May 28, 2007

Ok, Now What's Your Story?

Do you have a true, bad date story? Can we have it please? Then your story can join the ranks of such literary pearls as:
"Thankyou For Coming", "The Stain in Spain" , "If the Spew Fits" , "The Speed Date" , or my choice for most embarrassing date, "Stuck On You" . and of course the "Worst Date Ever",! C'mon, you know you want to, so just do it! ( bet you've heard that on a date before) Just send it as an e-mail at or leave it in the comments section below.


Anonymous said...

Sunday, July 15, 2007

I got asked out by this very cute guy who wanted to go for drinks and salsa dancing on a Friday night and I was game. As we go to dinner, the conversation starts flowing and we seem to be having a good time. After a couple of drinks and dinner I excuse myself to go to the ladies room and have to stand in line for a few minutes. As I walk back to my table I notice that not only it is empty but there is a new basket of chips sitting on it with new silverware and new napkins. I scan the restaurant and even walk outside but my date is no where to be found. I then go back inside and walk to the back patio and my date is still M.I.A. I then resolve to walk back into the restaurant and exit the front to walk home by myself. Just for the record, it's NOT fun to walk home in heels and night...but HEY, thanks for asking me out and I wish you all the best!!!

Anonymous said...

I was dating this ACTOR in LA (beware, some(not all) of them are pieces of SHIT!) and he failed to mention to me that he was sleeping with his ex-fiancé behind my back....while we were dating. I only found out by accidentally reading his email at his desk one day - it just popped up on the screen while I was standing there talking to him. The world should feel sorry for such a wretched, worthless, despicable, appalling, individual. By the way, you can't have your cake and eat it too despite what you may think!!

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Anonymous said...

The worst has to be the 2 hour drive to meet a date for dinner at his place of work, which turned out to be his home as well. The lady at the computer said "don't mind me I am just finishing up", at which my date said "oh that is my wife, we aren't together now but we share the house". As I was mid slam of the front door I hear the wife screeching "you didn't even tell her, what do you expect".