Ok so. First off, dude doesn't have a car. *sigh* Fine, I understand. Ok, so we decide to meet at Walmart (because I need to get a Boss's Day card and a gift card.) So I go in Walmart, he sees me and runs up to me and hugs me. THEN remains within 1 inch of me all through Walmart. I can't walk with out his arm around me. UGHHHHHHHH SO ANNOYING. Then he's like 'can I hold your hand? Can I hold your hand?" Hello? I JUST MET YOU.
So then that's done. We go to eat. At the restaurant we walk in and I choose a booth. When we sit down, I literally take up my whole side in an effort of saying "I need you to sit on your own damn side. I need space, you're in my personal bubble." So he takes the hint AFTER asking me if he could sit next to me and I was like "uhhhhhhh". So the second he sits down, his hands are on the table in an attempt to hold my hand. So I grab the menu (I've been to this place a trillion times. I know the menu. I dont' need it) And I take the LONGEST time looking at it.
Then the waitress comes up, and his hands are still on the table, like, so that the second I set the menu down, he's gonna grab them. So I jokingly slap them away (as to not make our waitress uncomfortable) HE THEN proceeds to say to the waitress, "Do you see what I have to deal with all the time?" Really? All the time? Because we just met. Why are you speaking as if we've been dating for months....
Ok so... he wants to hold my hand while we eat. And every five minutes it's "Do you like me? Are you having a good time? Do you like me? Am I what you want?" UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEN OMG. THEN he asks me what I want for Christmas.... WHAT????????
So finally I'm sick of it, and I can't pretend to be enjoying it anymore. I'm just like "Look.... I just want to tell you that I'm not a touchy feely person." (I totally am, he's just taking it TO THE MAX) And he was just like, oh okay. Then he... doesn't stop. -__- and I'm clearly getting pissed off. So finally he's like "Look, maybe we rushed into this too fast. I think maybe we should just try to be friends". UHHHHHHHHH YEAH BUDDY. I'VE BEEN GIVING YOU THAT VIBE FOR THE PAST HOUR.
Then he's like "omg you look like you're gonna cry. don't be upset, I'm not rejecting you"
REALLY? I look like I'm gonna cry? So what we learned is, when I look the most happy, it apparently looks like I'm gonna cry. Maybe tears of joy?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Friday, October 09, 2009
Dinner with Woody
So once I was out to dinner with my ex boyfriend and his parents and we were sitting in a booth. I was sitting next to him with his parents across from us. We were holding hands under the table when he moved my hand into his lap and i discovered he had an erection! I was shocked but tried not to let it show. And then he started rubbing my hand againest his erection! I quickly moved my hand away and excused myself from the table. I went outside grabbed a cab then texted my at the time bf that i had a family problem and had to leave. I broke up with him the next day. It was quite horrifying at the time but all my friends find it hilarious. I sorta do now but I most certainly didnt then! I mean i was 15 then! It was so gross!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Your Turn. Got a True Bad Date Story to share?
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 baddatesite@yahoo.com or leave it in the comments section below.
"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 baddatesite@yahoo.com or leave it in the comments section below.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Chat Line and Cheetos
I have one. I met a guy on the chat line a couple of years ago. He wouldn't send me any pictures because he said he didn't have a camera phone. I talked to him for about 2 weeks and then we agreed to meet. He picked me up from a friends house and we went out to Chilli's to eat. Ok I am a very nice looking young lady--I only wanted to see what the chat line was all about. This guy was about 350lbs and on a breathing machine. Ok I said "I'm going to deal with it because I am hungry and I want a steak." We got to the restaurant and he brought the oxygen machine in with him. I was so embarassed. He ordered so much food that there was not enough room for my meal. He had three different types of ribs and all kinds of entrees. People were looking at us laughing and probably talking about us as well. Anyway--the waitress made a lil space open for my meal.
Description--He told me he was 30 when he looked every bit of 45.
He had a big bald spot in his hair and he was just disgusting all the way around. I was so ready to go. Ok-we left and I noticed that he wasnt heading for the freeway---I asked"where are we going" and he said that he had to stop at home and feed the dog. Ok-we stopped at his house and wanted me to get out of the van! I didn't want to but I did and in the middle of a snow storm. He opened the door and the pit bull came running out towards me. I am terrified of dogs and fell off of the porch in a desparate attempt to get away from it. It paid me no attention but there I was laying in the snow-cold-and wet. Ok now I'm pissed. I go in the house and his mom came out drunk as a skunk. In a way I was glad his mom was home (figured he couldn't do anything stupid with his mom in the house) but she was so drunk that she didn't know if she was coming or going! I also thought it was weird that this grown azz man was still living at home with mama!! Anyways---the house was a complete mess. There were flaming hot cheetos in the carpet, m&m's, life savers and twinkie wrappers----he blamed it on his kids----right??? Anyways----to make a looooonnnnggggggg story short!! He refused to take me back to my friends house so I could get my car until the morning. He fell asleep and I plotted to steal his van and drive myself back. I was sitting in his room (and to all of you sick people---no we did not do anything in there---no touching, no talking, no nothing) I opened the room door and there was the pit bull growling at me---I was stuck in the room afraid of what the dog would do to me if I attempted to go into the hall way!! I sat in a chair all night while his fat azz slept like a fat azz baby--------he took me back to my car in the morning after asking me to pump his gas for him in the morning. That was the last time I called the chat line.
Description--He told me he was 30 when he looked every bit of 45.
He had a big bald spot in his hair and he was just disgusting all the way around. I was so ready to go. Ok-we left and I noticed that he wasnt heading for the freeway---I asked"where are we going" and he said that he had to stop at home and feed the dog. Ok-we stopped at his house and wanted me to get out of the van! I didn't want to but I did and in the middle of a snow storm. He opened the door and the pit bull came running out towards me. I am terrified of dogs and fell off of the porch in a desparate attempt to get away from it. It paid me no attention but there I was laying in the snow-cold-and wet. Ok now I'm pissed. I go in the house and his mom came out drunk as a skunk. In a way I was glad his mom was home (figured he couldn't do anything stupid with his mom in the house) but she was so drunk that she didn't know if she was coming or going! I also thought it was weird that this grown azz man was still living at home with mama!! Anyways---the house was a complete mess. There were flaming hot cheetos in the carpet, m&m's, life savers and twinkie wrappers----he blamed it on his kids----right??? Anyways----to make a looooonnnnggggggg story short!! He refused to take me back to my friends house so I could get my car until the morning. He fell asleep and I plotted to steal his van and drive myself back. I was sitting in his room (and to all of you sick people---no we did not do anything in there---no touching, no talking, no nothing) I opened the room door and there was the pit bull growling at me---I was stuck in the room afraid of what the dog would do to me if I attempted to go into the hall way!! I sat in a chair all night while his fat azz slept like a fat azz baby--------he took me back to my car in the morning after asking me to pump his gas for him in the morning. That was the last time I called the chat line.
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