Posted: 9/6/2007 8:53:50 PM EDT
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First off, I live in a very small town. 600 people...... most of which are uber unattractive. Its like a magnet for ugly people...... an ugly magnet. So, a really good looking young woman starts working at the store. Like totally hawt. Blue eyed brunette. Gawd, hawt. I invite her out to lunch, she accepts. I show up, wait for her to finish up some things and we go to the restaurant next door, she informs me her friends are waiting there. Really personal eh? They start talking about their parents "walking in on them" *wink* *wink* and what they were "doing" at the time. Including her. I'm just sitting there thinking I really don't need to know this". She also starts sharing straws with a girl that I know has got to have something. Hepatitis at the least. She won't let me pay for her lunch. And lights up a cigarette. I have a thing against smoking (people can smoke or whatever, I view it as a weakness though). That pretty much went to hell, I didn't ask her out again.  I won;t find anyone here, thats for sure. More money and guns for myself!
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Nah, that isn't a bad date. In fact, these all sound great compared to one date this week here in the greater San Antonio area. Not me...just a REALLY BAD date. I don't know the full story but the ending sucked. The woman was driving, returning her date to his house. The weather turned stormy that night and they didn't see the rising water until too late. The car was washed off the road and both were forced to flee but the woman didn't make it. They rescued the man that night, shaken and wet but otherwise fine. The woman wasn't found until the next day, a mile downstream and drowned. Now that guy will be scarred for life. |
Yeah, +1 I've been in several melt down situations that would make that date look like a trip to the Space Station! I don't have the energy to re-live it right now, but one date ended up with me sitting under a lifeguard tower at 2am with a strange dude with a gun in his lap that was on his own date with suicide. And that was the easy part of the date! It was f'ing horrible, and only my second worst date ETA: the date started with a beautiful girl that was a complete freak in the not-so-awesome kind of way. BTW: Wolverine, I don't blame you - whatever you decide is always the right decision. Don't look too hard, and maybe try meeting people out of town - how far are you from larger communities? |
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Start trolling a bigger area for wimmenz. The more people you meet, the better your chances of finding a date; and even if nothing happens with most of them, you can make some friends. Some of the friends you might make will likely have other friends who are single and looking. It's all about exposure; getting out there and being available. When the pond has no fish in it, it's probably better to fish a larger body of water, and sometimes you have to stay out there all damn day to catch anything. |
If anyone wants a funny/sad "date gone bad" story, I have exactly ONE--and it wasn't really even a date.  I had a long-distance fiancee, we were both trustworthy (okay, *I* was) so I was eating lunch alone as usual, when this beautiful young girl who worked there (Chicago hot dog place) complained about no one ever wanting to just "go out for a nice dinner and a movie." She was early twenties and gorgeous, I was mid-thirties and, well, not gorgeous. Still, as a lark, I told her I would gladly take her out for a nice dinner wherever she wanted to go--not as a date, but just to have someone to eat with. She eagerly accepted (to my surprise) and we made a "date" for the next night. Again, I made it VERY CLEAR I was "taken" and this was NOT A DATE. I pick her up and she really looked great--shortish dress, very form-fitting, hair/makeup perfect, high heels, just right everything. She chose Red Lobster, so off we went. The evening went well, the food was good, she was a delightful companion, and the conversation was just pleasant as could be. I took her home, walked her to her door, and she insisted on "a little hug"--so I did, but then left immediately. "What a nice evening" I thought as I drove home. The next morning, very early, she called and said she wanted to "break up." I said that wasn't necessary as we weren't dating. She said, "I'm serious--I don't want to see you any more." I said that's fine, we won't do it again. She started screaming--"I don't give a SHIT what you say, I'm fucking sick and tired of people telling me what to do!!!" I said, "Tammy, you are going psychotic on me so I'm going to hang up now"--and did. I had found a true "psycho bitch from hell"--without even trying. 
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How the hell ugly can you be? 
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