Last post Wed, Jul 16 2008 8:38 PM by rainey826. 5 replies.
Soooo.....someone titled a recent threat about bad dates (and Kara and myself assumed it meant romantic kind, not the calendar kind of dates). But I'd love to hear and share about any interesting, bad, good, or an "OMG what an experience!" kind of dates.
I thought the same thing on the weird dates site, and bot do I have a good one from last year. (I don't date much)
Anyway I am on Myspace and decided it would be cool to meet my friends on Myspace in person, so as to put reality and cyberspace together. It was going pretty good, I didn't have many friends anyway, and I finally got a hold of a girl I had been tring to meet for some time. It was a Saturday morning and we decided to go have some coffee, and she asked me to pick her up. This should have been the first clue something was amiss. After getting directions and arriving at her abode I go to the door and meet her parents. She's still living at home. Should have been another clue. So we go to the local coffeehouse and get some coffee, chat a little, and decide to go to lunch in Chattanooga at my favorite place to eat there, Asia Buffet. We get there around noon and she orders a glass of wine with lunch, then another before we leave. This should have been another clue but I thought, maybe she's nervous.
I had put a whole chicken in my oven before leaving the house thinking I would be back soon, it was on low and I had put it on a timer but I wasn't sure if it worked or not. I told her about it and she said she would like to see my place anyway so we drove out to the homestead. There was a loud buzzing coming from the oven when I arrived, just a timer I guess cause the oven was cold, but the chicken was done. After going to the restroom she inquired if I had anything to drink. Well of course, I happened to have a few bottles or wine, she picked one out and proceeded to get real happy. She poured me a glass and I took a few sips, I'm not much of a drinker myself, but she thought I was drinking as much as she was for some reason. Oh, and did I mention she was a smoker too? She had already smoked in my truck and now she almost insisted on smoking in my house. She was getting a little buzz on by this time, I was playing some music and we were dancing in the living room, and then she would go outside to smoke. She finished the first bottle and opened another bottle about dark, and decided she liked me, a lot. We started petting and kissing and dirty dancing, I mean this girl was hot! She had to have been an ex-dancer somewhere.
The next time she came stumbling out of the bathroom, she couldn't get her pants fastened so I was gonna help her out and........she had wet her pants! I mean soaked! So I get her out of her pants and put some sweats on her, get her some thick warm socks, and wash her pants for her.
She's telling me how she loves me and when we move in together how she is gonna smoke inside.....
This is the first day I have ever seen this woman, now she's drooling spit after she found three beers in the fridge and drank them. It's getting late now and she tells me how she is spending the night as she is trying to open the third bottle of wine.
I am just amazed that this little girl, 5'2" 125lb, has drank this much alcohol and is still functioning! I thought for sure she was gonna pass out on the couch and I would cover her up and go to bed myself. I finally freaked out and told her to get her stuff I was taking her home. It was almost midnight and I had had enough. I can never be with an alcoholic, it's just sort of my creedo. She was very nice looking, (beautiful actually), good kisser, nice body, and I'm sure she would make someone very happy, but not me. Well when I told her I was taking her home she freaked out too, and she was drunk. She told me how I wasn't gonna get away with this she didn't want to go home, especially drunk after midnight. She was so pissed she cornered me against the wall and punched me in the face, I was laughin' at her and then she started threatening me again. I got all her stuff, loaded her ass up and took off. It was about 40 minute drive to her place and the whole time she was threatening me telling me her ex boyfriend is a local cop and she's calling him to pick me up and how she knows all the cops around there and had already called 911. I finally get her there and pull up her drive and what happens? She won't get out! I just know I'm going to jail or something. Somehow I trick her into getting out for a second and I peel rubber backing up to get away from her. All the way home I just know a police car is coming to find me, but nothing happens. That's not exactly what I had in mind when I started my day, but interesting.
wow, quite a night ey? lol. better luck next time.
So I have a doosey from my single days. I met this guy through this young adult church group that my best friend was on the committee for. He was on it too, and every time we'd get together for an activity, we would flirt it up. I thought he was cute in that geeky way that I'm attracted to, and it seemed like we spoke the same language as far as interests and things. I dropped TONS of hints about asking me out, short of saying it. But in a conversation one time he told me he had never been on a date and never planned on it. Um, ok. I thought he was saying words to be funny. So I finally got sick of dropping hints so I asked him out myself. I told him my BF would be coming too, and we would pick him up. So the plan was my BF and I would go on a double. We'd go to dinner and then take the boys to a nickel arcade.
So we pick him up and he sees that it's only me, my BF and her date. He asks where we were meeting everyone else. We told him this was it, and he got really quiet. Dinner went well. He was polite but not very talkaive, which was unusual for when I had talked to him. I just figured he was nervous or something. Well the problems began shortly thereafter. We were walking back to the car to go the arcade and he starts out-pacing us. I'm talking like a good power stride. So I hurry to catch up to him, try to engage him in conversation and then try to slow us down to allow the other couple time to meet up with us. He doesn't slow down one bit. We get to the arcade and for about the first 10-15 minutes I follow him around watching him play games. That gets boring really fast, so I challenge him to Mortal Kombat. Now I am not the most skillful console game player let alone the large arcade boxes. So pretty much all I'm doing is button-smashing and joystick twirling. I beat him 3 games out of 5. I can tell that about mid-way that every time I win, he is getting more upset. Then out come the ear-blazing explicitives, that would make my 20 year Marine Corp Master Gunny-sarg of a father blush. I'm looking at him like "Uh, what happened to the nice, church going boy I met?" So after Mortal Kombat is done I decide I want to play Pac-Man because I can handle that one. He is gone as soon as my token is in the machine. And gone for 20 MINTUES!! I could not find this guy. Finally we found him after I enlisted my BF and her date. We then agreed to leave. My date's mouth only gets worse as we're leaving, where every sentence he utters is peppered with it and for no other apparent reason than he knows how to say the words.
Suffice to say, we drop him off the very first, even though it was out of our way by a lot. Later in the week, I'm talking to another friend of mine who knows this same dude, and she tells me something that makes my jaw hit the floor. She said that he had been going around telling people that I tricked him into going out with him. TRICKED?? Somehow the lines of communication had been crossed when we had talked but he thought that I had invited him to go with a bunch of other people on a group date and then made it into a double without telling him. I looked at her and told her that I didn't need to trick anyone to go out with me and that he was full of crap. She had already known that but wanted to get my side of the story.
Its stories like this that make me glad I not too long thereafter met my husband and I don't have to worry about creeps like my date.
Well there was the one guy who wanted to kiss me goodnight when I dropped him off (I drove) but we had to walk around to find a place where no one he knew would see us kissing. Understand we aren't talking about a dooling groping snog-fest here. It was a simple "I had a nice time" peck on the cheek he didn't want to be seen giving me. Needless to say there weren't any more dates after that!
DATES ? FUN ? WHATS THAT ????? LOL RAINEY
