Biker Boy

This wasn't my bad date, but I witnessed it last summer. I'm stopped at an intersection and to my right is a guy on one of those extremely fast, japanese motorcycles. He's got a smoke in his mouth, raybans, dark hair covered bya bandanna (red and white to match the bike) and a very attractive Spanish looking girl on the back. He had a cocky half-smile and, to tell you the truth he actually appeared to be posing, anyway you could tell he thought he was pretty cool. As the light turned yellow, he whispered something to the girl and gunned the engine. With her holding on tightly, this idiot pops a wheely and rides the bike on one wheel through this very crowded intersection, or should I say half way through, because after about five feet the bike flips completely over and skitters across the road, sending pedestrians jumping to get out of its way ,with driver and girl crashing to the pavement. This guy was up in a split second, with fear etched on his face he raced to the side of his fallen baby and frantically checking her for injuries.While he attended to his love some pedestrians helped the girl up, she appeared unharmed, not that the idiot biker boy would have noticed.
As I drove away the guy was gently lifting his bike off the ground and still hadn't even looked at the girl, who was standing on the sidewalk, arms crossed and glaring.

Puker Story #3 (or is it #5?)

My bad date was the once and only time I went on a blind date set up by my friend when we were in our late teens. He was this bodybuilder type, totally arrogant, and obnoxious. In the car, (he was driving), he would crank the music up really loud when anyone would start to converse. All he talked about was his lats, and abs, and quads...and would interupt whenever someone would start talking to someone else about another topic.
Then we get to the bar we were going to. My friends' boyfriend was in the band....so my "date" proceeds to get drunk and he was not a pleasant fun kinda drunk either. He kept grabbing me and pulling me up to dance, when I really did not even want to talk to the guy.....on the way out, (I ended up having to drive home)...he got sick all over the place...down the front of himself, then complained about my driving all the way back to my friends boyfriends' place.
Thank God he passed out and my friend and I took a cab back to her place and I never saw the guy again.
That stands out in my mind, because whenever someone would want to set me up, I would pass....bad bad date.

The Asian Playboy

So a few weeks ago, I went out with this 5"9 blonde, cute but not hot. She drove 90 minutes to meet up with me. We had drinks, dipped our feet in the jacuzzi, good times. We made out a few times too.
And then while we were exchanging qualities we like in the opposite sex (I like adventurous, sexy, affectionate women), she pauses for a moment to think after we kissed and said, "I only date 6"4, 200lb black men."
Mind you, I'm a 5"6, 140lb Asian Playboy.
She realizes what she just said and says, "You're not going to call me, are you?"
"Nope."

Worst Date Ever!

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