[ARCHIVED THREAD] - First date stories from hell. (Page 1 of 5)
Posted: 11/23/2016 11:14:46 PM EDT
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Feel free to tell your stories. I've told a doozy before, but I recently saw a girl I went out with, who's now working where my daughter does as a manager. Made me remember a weird date we had. Met her on a bowling league, she was super cute, seemed nice, and actually asked me out. I go to pick her up, and her entire family is out on the front porch..mom, dad, brothers, sister, even a grandparent. Like a Norman Rockwell painting where the shocked peasants are watching a storm come over the horizon. I walk up and say hi, and they ask us where we're going, what we'll be doing, when we'll be home, etc. Girl is 20, I'm like 21, btw, not teenagers. Alrighty, I respect concerned parents. Answered all their questions politely. I had planned on dinner at my uncle's restaurant, he was gonna whip up something neat for us then go see a movie, etc. Then mom says "Hey, why don't you guys come with us instead, we're going to a social tonight!?" Oy. I'm on the hot seat, in front of the whole clan, date is just looking at me kind of neutral...what am I gonna do? Say "Fuck no, that sounds awful I'd rather try to get a handjob from your daughter in a parking lot!"?? So, I agree and off we go in the family van (thus making me captive) to some fucking ultra-weird and super uptight church social in moldy basement of a building that I think used to be a library but is now a church. Block walls, harsh flourescent lights, and church music piped over a crappy boombox. The highlight of the evening was a Petra song, which I wouldn't have known except a couple of the young folks there got super excited at this, and nearly started involuntary leg movements resembling dancing, but controlled their outburst lest Satan take hold. God damn, let's boogie. We sit around, painfully bored, for a lot of hours while the most upright square people my age I've ever met all came and pretended to talk to her and I, and all conversations neatly slid towards "Hey, why not come back on Sunday, there's service and then we do fun stuff afterwards?" sales pitch. Awkward. Life lesson: Tell them you're Jewish....they won't hate you, outright, but it shuts down the sales pitch gracefully and without doubt. Weirdest part? Every single fucking person took their shoes off prior to going down in the creepy basement. It's not an elegant or even that clean of a floor, mind you, just industrial tile and some carpet. Wanna make me feel super fucking uncomfortable? Make me walk around in my socks in a fucking church basement, with other weirdos in their goofy socks. Shit nightmares are made of, really. I'm pretty sure if there's a path to heaven, the way to ensure I never get on it is to make it smell like feet and have my guide wear dockers & a sweater. Squirmed my way through the evening, I just mentally went to my happy place like riding a motorcycle over a cliff to ease the pain....same mental trick I used for a root canal. Finally, the folks decide walking around in their fucking socks has reached it's orgasmic conclusion and the night is done. We get back to their house, she walks me out to the car while the entire clan stands around looking at us. I wave, thank them, get in car and run like hell...listening to the most puerile rock song I could find in the car. If it wasn't Wasp's "Fuck Like A Beast" it should have been. I expect once I drove off she got a concerned lecture about the perils of the secular world, and how it's safer in the corn with Malachi. Anyway, that was it....uncomfortable family outing with religious clan determined not to let us be normal young people. Met my wife a couple weeks later and ended any possibility I'd do a second super uncomfortable date with the religious family unit. |
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Driving my super fine date out to dinner, and the heater core hose let go and sprayed hot antifreeze all over her feet. 
Yeah, it was one of those epic things where you have to call her parents and tell them you put their child in the emergency room for second degree burns, but it really wasn't your fault. 
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Quoted: Driving my super fine date out to dinner, and the heater core hose let go and sprayed hot antifreeze all over her feet. Yeah, it was one of those epic things where you have to call her parents and tell them you put their child in the emergency room for second degree burns, but it really wasn't your fault. That's a great feeling, isn't it? I mentioned my wife. On our second date, I was backing out of her driveway all nervous, didn't check my 6 good enough and backed right into her dad's brand new truck.  "Sir, not only would I desperately like to violate your daughter for the rest of my natural life, but I have caved in the quarter panel of the truck you haven't made the first payment on." I don't know how that man didn't want to kill me, but by some miracle we got along great. Probably because neither of us likes religious people in their socks. |
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I had been divorced a couple of years. Met a fat girl at a party. She was probably 20 years younger than me. She volunteered her number and asked me to call her. We set up a date. Meet her at her place of employment at the end of the day.
Showed up at the proper time. Let her know I was there. Went outside to wait to the end of her shift. She went out the back door and went home. I was so desperate (loneliness will do that to you) that I called her. She came back and we went and got something to eat. We later became friends w/o benefits. She lived in a decaying house in the piney woods. Went to a party there and saw that her kitchen floor was collapsing from rot. My brother and I showed up with tools, lumber, etc and rebuilt the floor of her kitchen. Asked for nothing in return. She's a nice girl but so fucked up in many ways. She thinks my brother and I hung the moon. Years later I met a woman at a dance. We celebrated our 5th this past July. Things worked out just fine. |
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Nowhere as epic as yours...
Blind date, set up by my best friend's wife. She had a beautiful body, lovely dancer's legs... and a f....ffff....ace... like that of the baby sitter on the Incredibles. 
She was a disco dancer (this was the early '80s, a sad time for music). ALL of her dance partners were gay. "You're the first straight date I've had in 6 months!" she said. Gee, thanks. There was no second date. |
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First real date - went to diner and ate awful food - she suggests cruising to the inlet and parking. We are both in HS and virgins. We are parked maybe 10 minutes and she starts leaning back in the seat while undoing her snap on her jeans....wow.....I'm thinking I'm gonna get some - of course I have no idea how to 'get some' - about the time my mind is spinning with possibilities - she asks me to take her home.
Turns out she had some kind of intestinal issues and the nasty, greasy food we had turned her stomach upside down and she needed some kind of medicine........didn't get none........ |
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Nowhere as epic as yours... Blind date, set up by my best friend's wife. She had a beautiful body, lovely dancer's legs... and a f....ffff....ace... like that of the baby sitter on the Incredibles. http://i.imgur.com/tj1GFX0.png She was a disco dancer (this was the early '80s, a sad time for music). ALL of her dance partners were gay. "You're the first straight date I've had in 6 months!" she said. Gee, thanks. There was no second date. I'm laughing way to hard at this |
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Nowhere as epic as yours... Blind date, set up by my best friend's wife. She had a beautiful body, lovely dancer's legs... and a f....ffff....ace... like that of the baby sitter on the Incredibles. http://i.imgur.com/tj1GFX0.png She was a disco dancer (this was the early '80s, a sad time for music). ALL of her dance partners were gay. "You're the first straight date I've had in 6 months!" she said. Gee, thanks. There was no second date. Probably grew into the face and is a bangin MILF now Even Kimmy Gibbler is hot now |
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She can't get more pregnant. Hit it from behind and beat that kid retarded!  Quoted:
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I got set up on a blind date once...... She was 8 months pregnant if I had to guess. I mean she was zeppelin sized . What The Fuck She can't get more pregnant. Hit it from behind and beat that kid retarded! This man gets it. |
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I have this weird thing where I have trouble recognizing people until I know them really well. It's hard to describe, but I'll easily get people confused if they have similar hair color and build.
There was a group of Mexican girls that kept coming into the gas station I worked at in high school. They were freshmen in college and I didn't know any of them from school. One of them mentioned that her friend was into me, pointed her out and gave me her number. I called her and talked for a good bit, then set up a date. When I went to pick her up, one of her friends answered the door and I said "You look great! Ready to go?" She said "I think you're looking for my friend..." I got embarrassed and my date was crushed. It was really awkward and set the stage for the six months we dated, lol. |
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Nowhere as epic as yours... Blind date, set up by my best friend's wife. She had a beautiful body, lovely dancer's legs... and a f....ffff....ace... like that of the baby sitter on the Incredibles. http://i.imgur.com/tj1GFX0.png She was a disco dancer (this was the early '80s, a sad time for music). ALL of her dance partners were gay. "You're the first straight date I've had in 6 months!" she said. Gee, thanks. There was no second date. Probably grew into the face and is a bangin MILF now Even Kimmy Gibbler is hot now Nope! |
Probably not the worst first date, but, when I first met my wife the Watchmen had just came out. We were in high school, so hey, let's go see this badass looking superhero movie. I didn't know it at the time, but she was really nervous because she'd never went on a real date before, so she didn't talk much and I didn't think she was that into me. So we were sitting there in the movie and I'm fixing to pull the ole high school yawn and put your arm around her and here comes Dr. Manhattan's big blue dick. For some reason she agreed to a second date and she's still putting up with my bullshit. 
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My most atypical 2nd date:
Met a fellow Reservist in the Veteran's Group. We got along well, gave me her #. Bumped into her one evening after school, talked her into going for a ride. Farm Road 166 is a nice twisty riding road west of College Station out to Caldwell. We headed out that way. She was a Vet Tech (in addition to being a Navy Veteran) and she rode to work every morning doing 70 mph through turns marked 35 mph. This evening, she did her Venn Diagram incorrectly, and she attempted to take a particular turn marked 35 mph at 70 mph. That particular turn cannot be taken @ 70 mph. (It's just east of Tunis, if you're looking @ the map) She locked it up, and was staying upright sliding straight into the bar ditch, but damn if someone hadn't thrown a 12 ft bar of 4x4" lumber into the bar ditch. She went straight up, the bike went straight up, and happily neither of them landed on the other. There are some bones in your body God did not intend you to break. One of them is your shoulder blade. Landing flat on your shoulder blade will break it. She did that, and slightly punctured a lung. So, on our 2nd date, I got to spend the night w/ her, ate breakfast in bed w/ her - but she was looped on morphine, I was sleeping in two hospital chairs pushed together, and the breakfast was hospital food she couldn't stomach. I only saw her one time after that. |
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I remember two.
First one was bad, I mean really bad. I was kind of a dick, and she never spoke to me after that night, except for one text. Basically the girl I was dating and I broke up after dating for a year or so. My first real relationship and I was bummed about it, so my buddy said his GF wanted to set me up. I figure sure why not. So I get this girls number, we start talking and I find out she is out of town with her family so we text a lot. So finally she comes back to town my buddy sets up a double date. He tells me that she is his GF's best friend, and she told her she wants to lose her V card to me. So the night of the date finally comes, we meet for the first time in person and go see a movie. Well, she was really awkward and I wasn't really over my ex. So during the worst movie I have ever seen (Charlie ST cloud) my ex starts texting me. I hate the movie so much I actually read the texts, and low and behold my ex is texting me some really dirty stuff and wants to fuck. Now I have a problem, She only can meet up for about an hour and a half so I had to choose. I could either stay in a shitty movie, with a chick I just was not clicking with and who I MIGHT get to sleep with months down the road. OR I could go for some guaranteed freaky sex with the ex. Being 18 you can guess which I chose. So I have a new problem and that is how to not be a dick but to also get out of the horrible movie date without being an asshole. So I do the only thing I can think of, and lie. I tell her there is a family emergency, and my grandpa had to go to the hospital (fucked up I know, I still regret this). and hustle out of the movies. So I get to my truck, and low and behold the fucking battery died. So now I am really dicked. I call the ex, she comes and picks me up and I leave truck there and we have that nasty sex. Welll, the girl I ditched texted me saying her mom works at the hospital and she says she knows my Gpa didn't come in that night and then tells me she saw my truck still in the parking lot. I bullshit and say he went to a different one and that my mom came and picked me up to go, and we pretty much never spoke again. My buddy was in the doghouse because of me, so I help him sell his lawn mower and we were good again. I saw her a few more times, and she pretty much spent the entire time staring daggers at me. She also told a bunch of girls how much of a douche I was trying to hamper my game. Second was a girl I knew, I thought she was hot and we set up a double date again. She was hot but really dull and was busy on her phone all night. So since she insisted on picking me up, after the shitty date she was going to take me home. I was not ready to call it a night, so instead I asked her to drive me to a party, and I told her as I closed the car door it was fun, I'll see you later and walked away. Never had another date. BUT, I did meet a cool dude who was her friends BF, and we became roommates. I met my wife because of that roommate, so it worked out in the end. |
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Then there was a girl from the pharmacy where my mom worked... she'd just broken up with her husband.
ALL. FUCKING. NIGHT. she talked about how badly he'd treated her. "have you seen Star Wars?" "That was our last date together, the bastard yadda yadda yadda..." "How about them Redskins?" "He HATES sports, the nasty creep yadda yadda yadda..." "Is it going to rain tomorrow?" "I hope it drowns the rotten creep yadda yadda yadda..." No second date. |
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Picked up date.. took her to dinner. first clue should have been that she drank most of the bottle of wine I ordered with dinner -- I got maybe one glass. After took her to "Joe's" in New Paltz NY for drinks/dancing/clubbing with some friends --nickel night at "Joe's" --she starts pounding shots and mixed drinks , no problem it was fairly inexpensive. After a bit She is getting pretty wasted then really wasted then really really f'n wasted. My friends and Hers are starting to get uncomfortable with how wasted she is. I tell everybody I am going to run Her home --then maybe come back later as it is still early. Get her out and in the car. I had borrowed My Moms Camry as I did not want to take this girl out in My pickup --loud uncomfortable etc. compared to my moms Toyota --pristine reliable comfortable and all that --mostly as spotless as the day she bought it new and it was only 6 months old. Anyway taking her home she starts nodding off and I am not dropping Her off where I picked her up, I have to find Her place in Walkill in the dark having never been there --- in the days before GPS and cell phone---and the only person who really knows how to get there is passed out. Finally I raid her purse find her ID (figured out she was underage to be drinking) and get her address, stop at a local Cumberland farms store and get directions to the street --after 45 mins driving around Walkill NY in the middle of the night--get to Her house and try to wake Her up to get Her out of the car. In the process she pisses all over the front seat and carpet of my mothers car --apparently she was not wearing underwear either--so classy-- then I finally get her out of the car and lucid enough to find her keys and make sure she is going to make it inside OK. Said goodnight and turn to go as she pukes all over my arm and pants. So I spend an hour in a coin op car wash in Feb cleaning the carpets seats and myself to the tune of $20. Head back to New Paltz and then back home having blown,sat night, most of my disposable income and probably needing to have the interior of moms car shampooed before I took it back to her. As well as having to toss a decent pair of pants shoes and a shirt. Sunday afternoon the calls start. "oh I had such a great time--love to see you again,please call me" All week this shit went on 2-3-4 messages a day. I would have written it off and given her another chance except for A. the underage thing. And B. All of Her "friends" --the ones that set me up with her in the first place--were all like "oh yeah Janelle is like that,,,She ALWAYS overdoes it, sat was nothing --at least she didn't puke in the club this time" Yeah thanks for mentioning that upfront. Anyway She kept calling on and off for almost 3 months after a while I heard from another friend that Me and Her were going out --an item as it were and I had to set him straight. After that she called up crying one night --why wouldn't I call her back? Why wouldn't I see Her?  Total whack job alky --at 19! I ended up voluntarily pulling nightshift in Manhattan for Nynex for the next 4-5 months and crashing days at a co-workers place in the City just to avoid Her. My Mom never did let me borrow her car again after that. 30 years ago and she still hasn't let me forget it. |
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Driving my super fine date out to dinner, and the heater core hose let go and sprayed hot antifreeze all over her feet.
Yeah, it was one of those epic things where you have to call her parents and tell them you put their child in the emergency room for second degree burns, but it really wasn't your fault.
I had something similar happen. I was sporting a 1989 firebird back in high school and my cts went bad. (the sensor that starts your radiator fan) Upon installing a new one I put too much elbow grease on it and sheered it off into the block. So being a poor kid and not wanting to tap the old one out I improvised. I used some speaker wire and ran it straight from the radiator fan to the battery through the firewall and to a switch on my passenger floor board. Well, I was dropping this chick off at the end of our night out and it happened. I guess I two bare spots of wire made contact and I almost cooked this poor bitch. Wires were glowing red hot and smoke was pouring out of the car. We made it out fine and I ended up putting out the fire with my shirt before it consumed my ride. Good times.
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Worst date I ever had and my first of two stripper dates:
Senior year of college I was in an absolute shithole strip club and there was one gal who wasn't hideous. She was close to my age and since I was the only person in the bar, she came and talked to me. The bar was dimly lit and so was I. We "hit it off' so I asked for her number. She wrote it down and I took off. I waited a few days and called and we set up a date for a night she wasn't "working." The day comes where I finally get to go out with a hot stripper, and while I knew by then that strippers were emotionally damaged goods, I didn't care. It was finally my turn. I get to her house, which turns out to be a colossal shit hole, even by college town standards. When I walk in there are 4 people there who looked at me like I was royalty because my pants didn't have holes in them and my shirt didn't have meth stains. They were her friends and or roommates, and I can only assume strippers and junkies. I decide to wait to on the porch, as to not need a tetanus shot before my date even starts. She finally comes out and says she wants to see a movie and then hit the bars, which is fine because what I didn't realize in the strip club is that she has a set of teeth worse than Austin Powers. I'm agreeable with a movie so we head off to the theater because it will be dark and I won't have to see those goddamn summer teeth. I tried my damnedest to make small talk on the way to the movies, but the most I ever got out of her was "Yea, one time when I was stoned..." and "One time after I blacked out" and "My last boyfriend put me in the hospital." I had to quit trying to converse with her and just remember that I'm in it to win it at the end of the night. There were some date movies playing and so I figured I was in for a RomCom. No big deal, I can tolerate that for some bad teeth, possible cokehead stripper pussy. RomCom you say? Nay nay says she. She wants to see the goddamn slasher flick. I'm no horror movie guy, so I didn't pay much attention to the movie, but she did. And she yelled at the screen the whole time "DON'T GO IN THERE YOU DUMB CUNT!!" and "YOU'D NEVER KILL ME LIKE THAT FUCKER!!" Up to this point in my life, I'd never actually tried to climb up my own butthole, but I sure as hell tried that this night. It was this point where I should have realized that tonight was officially a bust, but since I was on a date with a stripper, it was MY TURN. With the movie finally over, she says she wants to go for some drinks. FINALLY, my night is showing some promise. I'm good at drinking and can be quite awesome while doing so. We finally get to the bar and it's karaoke night, OF COURSE IT IS...and guess who LOVES karaoke? Yup, ol Snaggletooth loves to sing. Fuckin awesome. My odds of getting laid are falling fast. I order us a few beers and try to salvage what's left of the night. Guess who doesn't like beer? So she wants some fruity mixed drink that costs three times as much as a beer. This goes on for 3 or 4 more drinks and I'm finally able to pry her away from the microphone and get out of the bar. I ask her if she wants to head back to my place which is only a few blocks away and she says "No, take me to the XXX Fraternity house, there are a few guys there I want to fuck tonight." I told her that house was 3 blocks ----> that way and she could walk her bad teeth shitty whore ass down there herself. I walked home and went to bed alone. Bitches be cray cray. It most certainly not MY TURN. |
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I have this weird thing where I have trouble recognizing people until I know them really well. It's hard to describe, but I'll easily get people confused if they have similar hair color and build. There was a group of Mexican girls that kept coming into the gas station I worked at in high school. They were freshmen in college and I didn't know any of them from school. One of them mentioned that her friend was into me, pointed her out and gave me her number. I called her and talked for a good bit, then set up a date. When I went to pick her up, one of her friends answered the door and I said "You look great! Ready to go?" She said "I think you're looking for my friend..." I got embarrassed and my date was crushed. It was really awkward and set the stage for the six months we dated, lol. Is it possible you have face blindness? |
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I got maybe one glass. After took her to "Joe's" in New Paltz NY for Real classy place for a first date, only reason to go to any bar in New Paltz is to get laid. Not to take a date, lol. I'm sure you and i have crossed paths at some point. My most awkward date was at the 21st replacement in Frankfurt Germany. Met a girl who promptly gave me hickies all over my neck... it was great going to my new MP unit as a buck private covered in hickies... my new 1ST SGT loved them! |
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In my low rider days. I always saw this girl driving a clean 56ish black and white Chevy Bel-Aire. Pretty face and pretty brown hair is all I ever saw of her as we passed each other by. I was in my 78 Chevy Step-side.
A buddy of mine knew her and set us up. I called and arranged a date. I show up at her house and ring the doorbell. A pretty girl with pretty brown hair, about 5'2 and 300 frickin pounds answers the frickin door! Like a dumbass I asked for Beth (hoping it was her skinny twin sister)....No such luck! I reminded myself to kick my buddy in the nuts because I know he was laughing hysterically. What could I do, we went out. I was hungry but she didn't want to eat. I think she was self conscious. She also said she wanted to drink so I got us some Seagrams and 7up. We go cruising in my truck, go up the the Berkeley Hills and look at the city lights. She has less than a half a red cup of 7/7 and she starts falling out on me! She got out and tried to sit in the step-side but she was wider than the step and her huge ass hit the dust in a cloud! I stood there and took a moment to cuss my friend out. Like the gentleman that I am. I go to help her up, I must've had bad footing because I was having a bit of difficulty. I steady myself, hook her under the arms and go to pull her to her feet....WTF? I COULDNT! Its rude of me to say but it was literally like wrestling a fat lady! I had to get her in the truck, mind you my truck was lowered so it would've been easy to get her in if I could get her to her feet. I had to wake her up, I yelled ' BETH! You have to help me get you off the ground!' She struggled with my help to get close to the seat, I tried to let her fall in and when she did she hit the seat and plopped in between the dash and the seat like a cork! Now I'm sweating and panting, back hurting legs burning... I tuck her legs in and slam the door closed! I made that 350 work as I held her head in between my knees while she yakked all over the floor of my truck. I got her home and 'un-wedged her' and let her sit up till she felt better. As soon as she could stand, I walked her to her door and she couldn't get inside fast enough. Next time I saw her driving, she didn't look at me and I don't blame her. I was as embarrassed as she was. My buddy and I were in Karate together...I front snap kicked him in the nuts as soon as the opportunity arose. Good times. Gooood times. |
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I have this weird thing where I have trouble recognizing people until I know them really well. It's hard to describe, but I'll easily get people confused if they have similar hair color and build. There was a group of Mexican girls that kept coming into the gas station I worked at in high school. They were freshmen in college and I didn't know any of them from school. One of them mentioned that her friend was into me, pointed her out and gave me her number. I called her and talked for a good bit, then set up a date. When I went to pick her up, one of her friends answered the door and I said "You look great! Ready to go?" She said "I think you're looking for my friend..." I got embarrassed and my date was crushed. It was really awkward and set the stage for the six months we dated, lol. Is it possible you have face blindness? Never heard of it. Maybe? |
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Quoted: Picked up date.. took her to dinner. first clue should have been that she drank most of the bottle of wine I ordered with dinner -- I got maybe one glass. After took her to "Joe's" in New Paltz NY for drinks/dancing/clubbing with some friends --nickel night at "Joe's" --she starts pounding shots and mixed drinks , no problem it was fairly inexpensive. After a bit She is getting pretty wasted then really wasted then really really f'n wasted. My friends and Hers are starting to get uncomfortable with how wasted she is. I tell everybody I am going to run Her home --then maybe come back later as it is still early.Get her out and in the car. I had borrowed My Moms Camry as I did not want to take this girl out in My pickup --loud uncomfortable etc. compared to my moms Toyota --pristine reliable comfortable and all that --mostly as spotless as the day she bought it new and it was only 6 months old. Anyway taking her home she starts nodding off and I am not dropping Her off where I picked her up, I have to find Her place in Walkill in the dark having never been there --- in the days before GPS and cell phone---and the only person who really knows how to get there is passed out. Finally I raid her purse find her ID (figured out she was underage to be drinking) and get her address, stop at a local Cumberland farms store and get directions to the street --after 45 mins driving around Walkill NY in the middle of the night--get to Her house and try to wake Her up to get Her out of the car. In the process she pisses all over the front seat and carpet of my mothers car --apparently she was not wearing underwear either--so classy-- then I finally get her out of the car and lucid enough to find her keys and make sure she is going to make it inside OK. Said goodnight and turn to go as she pukes all over my arm and pants. So I spend an hour in a coin op car wash in Feb cleaning the carpets seats and myself to the tune of $20. Head back to New Paltz and then back home having blown,sat night, most of my disposable income and probably needing to have the interior of moms car shampooed before I took it back to her. As well as having to toss a decent pair of pants shoes and a shirt. Sunday afternoon the calls start. "oh I had such a great time--love to see you again,please call me" All week this shit went on 2-3-4 messages a day. I would have written it off and given her another chance except for A. the underage thing. And B. All of Her "friends" --the ones that set me up with her in the first place--were all like "oh yeah Janelle is like that,,,She ALWAYS overdoes it, sat was nothing --at least she didn't puke in the club this time" Yeah thanks for mentioning that upfront. Anyway She kept calling on and off for almost 3 months after a while I heard from another friend that Me and Her were going out --an item as it were and I had to set him straight. After that she called up crying one night --why wouldn't I call her back? Why wouldn't I see Her? Total whack job alky --at 19! I ended up voluntarily pulling nightshift in Manhattan for Nynex for the next 4-5 months and crashing days at a co-workers place in the City just to avoid Her. My Mom never did let me borrow her car again after that. 30 years ago and she still hasn't let me forget it. Wow, Joes huh.. We used to drive from college in Riverdale NY to Joes once and a while Nickle night was madness up there. I have not thought of that place in YEARS now. This was around 85 86 and 87. Crazy story too lol. |
| I forget what the term is when she uses pictures on her dating profile from ten years and 50 lbs ago. Yeah that happened. And instead of walking straight out, I Hung out with her for a few hours since I was bored. Kept plenty of space between us cause she was dropping hints but it wasn't going to happen. Never talked to her again. |
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I forget what the term is when she uses pictures on her dating profile from ten years and 50 lbs ago. Yeah that happened. And instead of walking straight out, I Hung out with her for a few hours since I was bored. Kept plenty of space between us cause she was dropping hints but it wasn't going to happen. Never talked to her again. Catfishing. |
| I fell for "myspace angle" pics before MySpace was a thing... picked her up and she was about 3x bigger in person than she looked online. Didn't wanna be a jerk so I took her out (don't even remember what we did it's been that long) then took her home and pretty much told her it wasn't gonna work out when she called the next day |
| Online date, she turned out to be a fatty with doctored pics who brought a bag full of candy and I think a couple beanie babies to a dinner date. I don't meet strangers at restaurants anymore. There have probably been others but that one sticks out in my mind because it was painfully awkward. |
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Quoted: I fell for "myspace angle" pics before MySpace was a thing... picked her up and she was about 3x bigger in person than she looked online. Didn't wanna be a jerk so I took her out (don't even remember what we did it's been that long) then took her home and pretty much told her it wasn't gonna work out when she called the next day Yep. Met her @ a shooting range. Worked out decently - she's still my landlord. |