Olive Garden Casanova

I met this guy who seemed really nice. He asked me out for dinner at what he called a nice restaurant. I met him at the restaurant. He proceeded to order for us (I did pick my own salad dressing) and he decided we would split the entrees. When the food arrived he used his thumb and fork to split the food. It was veal parmagina and eggplant parmigaina. He slopped it between the two plates while spouting a bunch of crap about getting in touch with my inter child and how much fun we were going to have going fishing. You will be happy to know that he carries an extra pole in his trunk so it is at the ready. After the meal when the check came I put money on the tray and he told me it was on him and to just leave the tip. I insisted on paying my half plus the tip and that I had to leave. He picked up the money, shoved it in his pocket and put his credit card on the tray. He proceeded to skoot around in the booth pushing me into the wall under a cheap reproduction of Venice. He tried to start making out with me at eight on Saturday night in a family takeout. I told him I wanted to leave...he wouldn't budge. I insisted that he take the leftovers home. He wanted to show me his classic customized car. It was some American made piece of crap with fake leapord skin floormats. It was the worse 75 minutes I have ever spent in my life. He called everyday for two months saying we were meant to be together on my machine...thank God for caller ID. He showed up at my club and favorite after work haunts to surprise me. Finally, after several attempts to be civil and tell him I was busy I had to get rude. It was the worse hour and fifteen minutes of my life.

Cakeboy

Editors Note: This is an odd one. Ok, a cake as a gift on the first date is indeed an eccentric gift, but should she have slammed the door in his face? Then again, insisting he come inside and watch "her" eat some (not eat it together) made me think she made the right move...any comments on this one?

This was my first date with an ex-coworker of mine who'd been quite insistant on dating me for 2 years. I agreed once I had landed a different job, making my agreeance more of a pity date. But I had the bad luck to agree to a Valentine's Day Date.
He was "dropped off" by a friend in a rasping-against-the-ground junker, complete with 1 hubcap. He emerged from the car with a pink box. I didn't understand at the time, thinking perhaps it was some sort of gift box with flowers inside? I smiled, stood at my front door as his friend leaned out of the car smiling, car idling, which brought me to the unmistakable fear that he would be our "ride."
When he reached the steps, I noticed he was dressed from head to toe in blue. Blue jeans, blue polo and yes blue suede shoes. I cracked a nervous smile as he thrust the pink box into my arms. I wanted to open it later, but he said, "No open it now." I agreed, opened the box.
A heart-shaped red glazed vanilla cake that had pink candy hearts on top awaited inside.
I didn't know what to say. Who the hell brings a Cake to their date? Taking my stunned silence as speechless-in-delight, he leaned in and attempted to kiss me. I adverted my gaze and dropped my head, and his lips gnashed my cheek.
"My friend made it for me. He hooked it up- he works at a bakery," he said, again smiling. I nodded, feigned a smile over at his friend, who honked the horn impatiently. Then came the worst part.
"Why don't we go inside so you can eat some-" my date offered. I stared at him like he was an idiot and he said, "C'mon I'm not going to try anything. I didn't bring a fork."
I walked back in, with him in tow & abruptly slammed the door in his face and dropped the cake off on the counter of my kitchen. It was by far the most horrifying "date" I had ever had.
I relayed the store to my ex-coworkers afterwards, who then branded him "Cake Boy."

Another Barf Story

Editors Note: After reading literally hundreds of bad date stories I've noticed that in quite a few of them, the date turns bad after someone starts vomiting...so do try to avoid it...and now the latest entry:
Definitely a bus tour, if you don't know what a bus tour is it is where a number of people book out a bus for the night, pay a flat rate then it entitles you to free beer,wine and soft drink. also surprise destinations to a number of night clubs. Being younger and stupid hadn't eaten had a few drinks (too Many) and with every destination we arrived was chucking up in the gutter, out the bus window and in the toilets of the night clubs. By the end of the night my dress had split, my underwear and my underwear was on show whilst my partner was trying to hold me up walking down a very popular mall. Have never done it again. not recommended.

The On-line Dating Life

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I am certainly not dissing online dating. In fact I have had some nice dates as a result. No one has really got my juices flowing yet but some dates have been real doozies. The great thing about online dating is pre-date you get the chance to read a bit about a person, learn likes and dislikes and usually before the date you talk on the phone to determine if you really would like to meet in person. Here are a few of the best of the worst real dates.

Contestant #1 – Invites me over for dinner and the Sopranos. This is our 3rd date so it wasn’t completely strange to be invited over to watch TV. I bring over two nice bottles of wine, since I am a polite guest. Well “dinner” ends up being a night of me watching him feed his pet python live rats. I should have taken my wine and ran away.

Contestant #2 – Proceeds to invite me out to lunch, then gets tied up at work and cancels. This happens three more times. He then calls on a Saturday night around 9PM and says he is close by and wants to drop in. I let him in. (mistake) He gets drunk and ends up passed out in my bed.

Contestant #3 – We talk on the phone and he seems nice enough, but he is 3 years younger than me and I do relate that I am a bit concerned about our age difference. He assures me that he is mature for his age and not to worry . We chatted on the phone about different restaurants in the city and he says pick any place in the city, he will take me. We agree on a tapas restaurant. I take the metro and meet him there. Conversation goes downhill pretty quickly when the topic turns to the fact that he is a pro at beer pong and flip cup. The check comes and I pull out my credit card. We split the check. I am not opposed to splitting a check at all, but the way he went on and on about “taking” me anywhere I wanted was laughable. He didn’t pick me or the check up. Where did he take me?

Contestant #4 – He was a very nice guy but he definitely lied about his height. I am a mere 5’3” and never even think twice about throwing on a pair of heels or tall boots when going out since most guys tower over me. I show up at the bar and I am seriously way taller than this guy. I have since learned that guys add at least two inches when stating height. Lying, even about height, will automatically excl ude you from date #2.