An All Around Horrible Guy To Run Into
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“I paid him $20 in gas money to come to pick me up because I lived fairly far away and figured it was fair. I then paid $45 for dinner plus a $7 tip. Then I bought us dessert and drinks at a cute little cafe.
He then demands we stay together in almost an uncomfortable way and I decline because it was the first date. I wasn’t even liking him enough to kiss him. He did this half-cry thing in which no tears came out but he was ‘sobbing.’
I ended the date there and asked to be driven home. He said he’d drive me home, but only if I gave him what he wanted first. I ended up taking a taxi home. I waited outside his house for two hours late at night waiting for the taxi (that’s a whole other story of stupidity, Taxi company every 30 min kept saying ‘we’ll be there in 10 minutes!’ Nope, 2 hours…) The whole trip together cost me over $200 to have the worst date of my life.”
She Was Not Having Any Of Him
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“Made plans with this guy I knew from a charity I was on the board with. He takes me to a chain Mexican restaurant. I pull up a few minutes early, but my dad flies a plane and was going to be flying overhead of the restaurant and I wanted to see him fly over. At 8:00 sharp, the guy calls me and tells me that I am late. I try to explain the whole flyby thing. He isn’t having it.
We go inside and I try to order some food and he stops me, saying, ‘We are not eating.’ Confused, I respond back ‘I’m very hungry. I want to eat.’ He said, ‘We aren’t eating.’ Ummm…what? Obviously, that was the point I realized that the date was a terrible mistake, and figured ordering a meal myself would just make it longer. Honestly, I should have just left then, but I had to see this guy all the time and be cordial to him in public, so I stayed.
Then he starts going off on major political rants which I’m completely opposed to. At this point I ask him if this is all a joke or if he really is he is being serious.
Hungry and annoyed, I finally convince him to at least get an appetizer. I was not allowed to choose. He got guacamole (tableside) but only had them put onions in with the avocado – no lime juice, no peppers, nothing – it was so bland.
I was planning my escape when he actually asked, ‘Are you figuring out how you are going to leave?’
Yep. Thanks. K. Bye.
The craziest thing is that he kept texting me for weeks like the date went really well.”
She’ll Need Some Counseling After This Piece Of Work
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“Once I went out with this guy I had just met the night before and he wanted to take me out to a ‘nice’ dinner.
He got lost on his way to my residence after giving him clear instructions. I ended up having to walk to the main street to flag him down.
He took me to a sports bar/restaurant. Really?
Got immediately jealous assuming that the waiter was flirting with me.
When we left the bar/restaurant, he needed to stop and get gas. At the gas station, there was a bum asking for change and he rudely told him to go off himself. Once back inside his wrecked truck, he went on a rant about ‘dirty people’.
At that point, I asked to be taken immediately home. On the way, he was trying to keep conversation with me and was barely looking at the road. I got really nervous and told him to pay more attention to what’s in front of him and he tried to play it off like I was too pretty to pay attention (in a really cheesy, not suave way).
Almost immediately after that, I saw a small dog run into the street and screamed WATCH OUT!!! He hit it and kept driving.
I started crying my eyes out and he obviously didn’t know what to do.
After a few moments of being home, he promptly called me and said he returned to the scene of the crime to make sure the dog was OK because I was so upset about it, then said he didn’t see anything so he assumed he didn’t do much damage and the poor thing must have fled.
Told him not to ever call me again.”
Her Date Was An Actual Hit And Run
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“I went on an online date with this guy when I first moved back home from college.
I have a habit of telling my mom, ‘I’m going out, I’ll be back later’ without specifics and she usually waves me off. This time, she says ‘Just be careful and if he can’t drive, get out the car.’ Strange, but ok.
We were en route to our first destination and it was closed. So, he asked me where I wanted to go and I said, ‘Hooters and bowling.’ I know, keep it classy right here.
His driving was so reckless… I mean, REALLY bad. Anyway, we ended up going across town because he wanted to take me to this one place. By this time I’ve determined I’m not into him and I want out, so I just go along with it, maybe we can be friends, right?
His breaks give out and we end up having an accident. We ran into the back of a truck pretty hard and I go forward, glasses flying off. After the smoke settles, when I’m nervous, I start laughing. He asks if I’m okay, I said sure and I’m looking for my glasses and he goes, ‘Oh this is bad, really bad.’ So, I said ‘Why? No insurance?’ He says, ‘No, I have a warrant for my arrest.’ He gets out the car and runs. As he’s running into the sunset, he’s yelling back at me ‘I’m really sorry, I can’t afford to go to jail again.’
The person we hit leaves. So, I’m the only one there and the police show up. Of course, I gave the cops his info. I knew I wasn’t going to talk to him again. The police gave me a ride to a gas station across the street as I was waiting for someone to pick me up. I leaned back, took a picture in the cop car, posted it on Facebook and tagged him in the picture. Somewhere in between the running, he found time to get on Facebook and block me.
The bad part about it was not just the accident, I didn’t even get a chance to enjoy Hooters and wings.”
Even At 15 She Knew He Was A Weirdo
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“I was really young, probably about 15 or so. I was boy-crazy. I had a crush on every guy who even remotely expressed an interest in me, but this guy…there are no words to describe this guy.
His name was Jesse. We met through a mutual friend, and while he wasn’t exactly my type, he told me he thought I was pretty so I wanted to give him a chance.
A couple weeks later we decide to meet up at the mall for our first official date. He was very sweet, we were holding hands, you know typical teenager nonsense. But then he got weird. VERY weird.
We’re sitting on this bench and he turns to me and stares at me right in the eyes and says ‘Wow, when I look at you, and I look into your eyes I feel like I’m looking into your soul.’ Okaaaaay. I’m fifteen and desperate for an epic love story so I just smile. He goes on ‘I know this seems soon but…I think you might be my soulmate. I can’t wait until the day we can get married, and have babies and live together. We’re going to have such an amazing life together.’
So let me recap. I’m fifteen, I’m on a FIRST DATE, and my date just essentially proposed to me.
I noped the out of there and never talked to him again.”
He Was Judgmental, She Worked With Him, Things STILL Went South
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“Blind date. He suggested this swanky French restaurant he said he loved, which thrilled me to my marrow, as I LOVE French food and everything that goes along with it. When we got to the restaurant, he said we should split an entree ‘because the prices here are ridiculous.’ And I’m thinking, ‘Now wait a minute, YOU picked this place, and you said it was your favorite, meaning you knew pretty well what the price point was, and if you can’t afford it, why didn’t we go somewhere else instead?’ And obviously I was planning on paying half the check – I don’t ever assume a date is going to pay for me, and we’d even talked about that during a phone call a few days previously, so he KNEW I didn’t expect him to pay for me. And I was, like, hungry. But I just shrugged. He told me to pick three things that sounded good and we’d share one. So I told him my three choices, and when the server came back, he ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, which was not one of the things I’d selected. We shared our tiny meal and split the check and the conversation was stilted and awkward, and he answered all my questions with one-word answers. Eventually, I felt like I was interrogating him, and we just sat there in silence.
Afterward, he asked if I wanted to go see some live music at a jazz bar down the road. Thinking optimistically, I agreed, but when we got to the club and he found out there was a five dollar cover, he told me we should skip it. Then he said, ‘I mean, do you really HAVE to do something else, or can we just call it a night?’ As though I’d been all high-maintenance and demanding.
This, an hour after I arrived – and I’d driven almost two hours to get there. We parted ways and I went off to go dancing with friends instead.
Ok, obviously dude was flat broke, which I’m not going to hold against anyone – I have SO been there – but if you can’t afford to date, maybe you shouldn’t. Or like, go to Chili’s. Chili’s would have been fine.”
The Amount Of Sheer Awkwardness Was Awe-inspiring
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“I was at a good sized house party in college, and the host introduced me to his labmate shortly after I got there. We got to talking while things were warming up, no one was tanked yet and people were still arriving. Eventually, the labmate asked me for my number, he was ok looking, seemed a little dull but harmless, and I agreed. We barely knew each other but why not? It’s college, you meet people and have a series of terrible and meaningless relationships! He disappeared shortly after, I didn’t think much of it because the house was decent sized and figured he wandered off. The party ended around 3:00.
The next morning around 8:30 am I got a call. Barely conscious, maybe still a bit out of it, I answered like an idiot. It was him! He asked me out ‘for a nice steak dinner and church that evening.’ To get him off of the phone as quickly as possible so I could go back to sleep, I agreed to whatever he was asking without really understanding the question, and awoke around noon with no real memory of the conversation. He called me a few hours later asking me for my address so he could pick me up. Memories came flooding back, I gave it to him, hastily showered, put on makeup and a nice outfit, regretting agreeing to this but looking forward to the steak and went down to my apartment’s garage to meet him.
He was dressed sort of scrubby but I figured that’s a grad student for you, I didn’t think a nice place would really turn us away. As he drove he proceeded to flip through dozens of songs, mostly Elvis, never letting one finish, sometimes starting from the beginning of the same song several times in a row. I heard the first minute of ‘You Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog’ more time than I care to admit that night. He then revealed to me he didn’t like music and everything on his iPod was from his dad borrowing it for a road trip. It was a 64 GB (big for the time, and expensive) with around 100 songs on it. Utterly bizarre and distracting. It also turned out he didn’t really like anything, couldn’t name a book he’d read since high school or even one he enjoyed, didn’t watch TV but was lurking while his roommates were watching Fawlty Towers but ‘didn’t understand the humor’, didn’t have a favorite movie (his reply was ‘I like everything!’ when I asked and said he liked Titanic), didn’t play video games, didn’t know Harry Potter was a book series before a movie, favorite food was Taco Bell…What had I gotten into?
We were heading to a nice part of town, passed a couple of nice restaurants, and I eagerly ask him where we’re gonna end up. He replies with a vague ‘oh, you’ll see’. To keep the conversation going I asked where he disappeared to last night. He said he left because his bedtime is at 10:30 pm sharp every night. I asked if that’s why he’d called me so early, he seemed surprised ‘and thought he’d given me time for sleeping in.’ For all that is sane in this world! My apprehension grew. He then turned suddenly into Denny’s parking lot.
We go in… I’m way overdressed. We’re seated, I figured I was promised steak, I’m getting one even if it’s nastiest, the most grisly slab of beef in the city. He turns to me and eagerly asks if I’m ok with splitting. I was tempted to buy us each our own steak but to be polite and to not embarrass him I agreed, resolving to eat a proper dinner at home. The steak came, we split, I tried to not feel the judgmental eyes of the staff on me, and proceeded to church.
It was a Saturday night ‘young adult service’ with ‘contemporary music’ and was supposed to be some sort of place for the non-secular devout to hang out on Saturday nights instead of rock n’ roll I guess. Whatever the heathens do. Free coffee and stale donuts. During the singing, large groups of people would jump up onto the pews and furiously bounce along to the music, belting out the lyrics. He was smiling, clapping his hands along to the music, interjected with him waving his arms in the air. I was dying a little, and couldn’t wait to leave. They had a (thankfully) short service on ‘keeping yourself pure’ and my horror grew to the point I think I could power a small city with it. He was nodding along vigorously with the pastor, with the occasional ‘uh-huh’ and other grunts of agreement. Did he bring me here to convert me from my sinful ways? Probably. The evening could’ve gone SO much worse but thankfully he didn’t ask me ‘what I thought of the service’ or maybe he was astute enough to detect my ire. He took me home without incident, my roommates piled on me asking how it was, and well… I told them the same thing I’m telling here.”
Nothing Would Make Her Want To See This Guy Again
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“I went on a Tinder date with a guy who is now in my contacts as ‘DoNotAnswer Sweaterstealer.’
Prior to the date, he seemed normal. We texted and talked on the phone then arranged to meet at a restaurant/bar.
He was cute but definitely bitter about something. He was from California and apparently didn’t like this new city we were in. He complaining about how uptight everyone here is about it.
He invited the waitress to a party his company was throwing, after sending back the french fries he ordered.
I showed him a picture of my dog on my phone; he took out his phone and showed me a picture of something much more inappropriate.
We walked out of the restaurant together to get our cars from the valet. My car came first and I left. He texted me later that he had my sweater (apparently I dropped it on the way out) and if I wanted to see it again I’d have to hang out with him.
RIP sweater.”
Rolling With The Punches
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“I went out with a guy that my roommate set me up with a few years ago:
First, he was vocally irritated that I wore heels because it made him less tall than me (note, he was still taller than me by a few inches, but just less tall).
Dinner went alright, although we didn’t have a whole lot in common.
After dinner, we met back up with my roommate and her boyfriend and we all went to a house party of their friends (I basically knew no one).
At the party, my date’s (somewhat newly) ex-girlfriend was there. To summarize, she called me everything she could think, spilled something on me, threatened to fight me, told me she gave him a disease, left, came back an hour later looking for me, hugged me, grabbed me, and apologized and told me I was hot.
So I guess it went pretty well by the end of the night.”
A Rip Off Artist From A To Z
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“I went on a date with a guy who seemed really cool. He used to race bikes until he landed on his head after attempting a jump.
During the date he:
- Told everyone we were on a date. Everyone.
- Asked the waitress to make the date more romantic, so she brought out a giant ice cream sundae (meant for 2 people to share). He ate it all and spilled ice cream all over himself.
- Bragged about beating the world record for the jump on which he landed on his head.
- Kept asking me if I was a gold digger because he makes tons of money and needs to protect himself.
- Demanded separate bills (no big deal).
- All 4 of his credit cards were declined. Asked me if I didn’t mind paying and he would get it next time (not that there would BE a next time ever).
- Told everyone that the date went ‘splendidly.’
- Gave me stickers to his welding company as a thank you for paying since his credit cards must have some kind of error.”
He Was Too Controlling
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“We met on a dating website and went to a sushi place for dinner.
He was a turd. He told me this. Repeatedly. Almost everything he said ended with ‘I know I’m a turd, but at least I’m honest, right.’ First story he tells me is how he really only joined the dating website to troll people, but then he saw me and thought he’d give going on a real date a shot. Gee, thanks. All his other stories were equally awful.
Also, I’m pretty sure he literally thought no meant yes and yes meant no. When we were at the restaurant he absolutely INSISTED that I order this one thing. I said no like five times, but he just kept pushing for it until I ordered it just to shut him up.
Then after the dinner, he wanted to go to the mall nearby and hang around. We walked around until we passed this anime/manga store. He asked if I wanted to go in and I said sure, I like that store. He insisted I didn’t. Said he didn’t want to force me to go. I said no, I really do want to go in. We went on for like 2 minutes and then he decided he didn’t want to force me to do something I didn’t want to do and practically dragged me out of the store.
I didn’t call him back after that…”
She Had To Get Out Of There Quick
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“I was a barista in a cafe during college and this loyal customer asked me out. Took me to sushi. Conversation good, nothing SPECTACULAR but he was cute and intelligent and funny.
When he takes me home he parks outside of my house and assumes he’s coming in. I’m like… no? Genuinely confused, he asks why not. He says he did everything right, he bought me dinner, so he should get to come inside, and we should be in bed now. Because that’s how it goes.
And then we start ARGUING about it and I start to worry that he’s going to enter my apartment whether I like it or not. I am having to literally explain that just because he bought me dinner does not mean I have to get with him. Then he puts on a Prince CD to try and get me in the mood. He actually said, ‘Here, just listen to this, Prince is the best way to get with a girl! All girls like Prince!’
I think I may have RUN when I finally got out of his car.”