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| The following were sent in by actual people. If you would like to contribute your dating horror story please drop me a line all anonymous of course. Dating Horror Story #1 Well, I'm sure this won't be your topper, but here goes. I was home on leave from Viet-Nam and my father (a Colonel in the Army) sets me up for a date with his secretary, and her friend for my buddy on his way TO Viet Nam. Well, we took the ladies to see Romeo & Juliet (which had just come out) My date laughed all the way through most of it as she didn't even understand it...needless to say...I could NOT wait to take her home....Even I was not horny enough to handle any more. Wow...din-din and movie cost a fortune too.....does that mean also that because she was also a blonde..she was having so much fun she was laughing??? I must give her credit though..she could spell her own name...(Isn't it nice that now women can be more educated and not intimidating??)  Dating Horror Story #2 I was taking this girl out for our second date, and I thought what could be more romantic than a walk through the woods followed by watching the stars. So we took a quilt and a bottle of wine and walked for about 20 minutes. We finally stopped and drank a bit which led to . . . well you know what it leads to. Anyway it starts to rain but we decide to wait a while, so when we finally pack up and head back it's pouring. When we get to the car we're both caked in mud, and I have a tan leather interior. We strip pretty much nude and drive back to my house to find my parents waiting to meet her. It was the date from hell. Dating Horror Story #3 I had been invited to dinner over at his house. First time to be at his place, just the two of us. He had cooked up a superb meal. His place was spotless, down to the *white* carpeting. We sat at his glass dining room table and proceeded to enjoy the meal he had prepared. The meal consisted of a half of a chicken along with some vegetables and something else, (I can't remember now). As I proceeded to cut a bite off of my chicken, my knife slipped and the remainder of the chicken (which was nearly the whole damn thing) skidded off of my plate and across the glass topped table and landed onto the floor. (remember, white carpeting). I was mortified. I sat there hoping he hadn't noticed. All I had remaining on my plate was my veggies and the one bite of chicken, which I proceeded to eat and tried to act as if nothing happened. I placed my fork back onto my plate as if I was done with my meal and he broke the dead silence by saying, "Don't worry, the maid will clean it up." And then laughed. I will never forget it. And to this day, I always have my chicken cut up prior to being brought to the table. Dating Horror Story #4 I am in my late 30's, and find it next to impossible to meet eligible men my age. So I resorted to the Internet personal ads. Being new at it, I didn't really know what the "rules" were, or the expectations. I did have the common sense to give out a hotmail type Email address, and I also had sense enough to know to meet at a neutral and not isolated location. So, I'm Emailing back and forth with this guy, and the fact that he doesn't write more than a sentence or two is slightly bothering me. I DIDN'T have the sense at that time to see this as an obviously inability to communicate on his part. So, being the newbie I was, I agreed to meet him at a public and neutral spot. He tells me Starbucks, the corner on which to find it, and we agreed on a time. I arrive at Starbucks and after I park and head toward the door, I notice a man dressed the way he said he would be dressed sitting at one of the outside tables. We introduce ourselves, share an uncomfortable handshake, and I head into the cafe. He went the other direction, to his car. He opened the passenger side door and instructed me to get in, as he was taking us to dinner. I politely said no, and it became obvious that I was supposed to be so impressed by his car (it was a Porsche) that I would lose the little sense I had and obligingly get into the vehicle. I told him that if he'd made special plans for a restaurant, that I would meet him there, that I didn't feel comfortable getting in the car with someone I didn't know. He gave me this real funny look that should have given me the brains to wave goodbye and drive off. But I'm still trying to be polite and give him the benefit of the doubt. We walked across the shopping center to Pizza Hut. After ordering, he laid down exactly half of the bill on the counter, and looked at me. No problem - I can pay my own way, which I do. As we are walking to an open table (not a difficult thing to do, we were the only customers in the restaurant) he drapes his arm around my shoulders, and I duck and get away. I sat down at the table, and he just stared at me, waiting for me to scoot over. He got the message that his place was across the table. The pizza arrives, and we eat in complete silence. After we're finished with the meal, we begin walking back to Starbucks. Between them is a large department type store that is having a liquidation sale. I know men generally don't care much for shopping, so I speak of my desire to check out the sale, and it was nice meeting you, and goodbye. He follows me into the store, and literally stays on me the whole time. I began to sense imminent danger, and fortunately he got engrossed in a display of some kind. I ducked out of the store, ran to my car, and drove away as fast as possible. I'd never ducked someone - ever! And never have since. But I can honestly tell you this was the WORST "date" of my life. Dating Horror Story #5 I went out on a date with the brother of an old girlfriend. We went to the Cape Cod Coliseum to see Ted Nugent, we had floor seats it was really crazy up front people pushing, shoving, etc., etc..I got elbowed in the mouth, he was drunk, my feet were swelling from people stepping on them. On the drive home Mother Nature called, I get out of the car, walk over guard rail, down a sloop and get my foot and leg sucked into a swamp...I'm yelling for my date but he has the radio up so LOUD he cant hear a thing, he's sitting there head banging while I'm yelling....I lose my shoe in the swamp, my pant leg STINKS LIKE HELL, for the whole ride home I have to stick my leg out the window,blah blah blah. Dating Horror Story #6 I had one of the most traumatic "first dates" ever when I was 19 years old. I was a recently divorced and living with my sister in a tiny "tenement" apartment (complete with rats and cockroaches) so needless to say, I was pretty desperate for some entertainment and a change of scenery. I was a VERY naive young lady, having come from a sheltered middle class home in a very conservative small town and somewhat eager for adventure. Our next door neighbors were mexican-american ( I am of english-irish descent) and a frequent visitor to the neighbors was very interested in me and asked me if I would go out with him. His name was Jesse. I agreed, not realizing what I was getting myself into. He told me we would be going to visit his sister (who happened to live in a neighborhood even worse than we did). So he picked me up one evening and we proceeded to go down to the street and start hitch-hiking because he didn't have a car. We arrived at his sister's apartment and went upstairs. His sister lived with an african-american man and he had several friends there. I didn't know anyone except Jesse, and being very shy, I sat down and didn't say much. All of a sudden, I realized that they were pulling out syringes, spoons, and some packets of heroin and started "shooting up". I was shocked and fascinated at the same time because I had never seen anything like that before. I wanted to get out of there and go home, but we were in a VERY BAD neighborhood so I was afraid to leave by myself. They were all loaded and nodding, when suddenly a stupid argument broke out between Jesse and one of the black guys over the belt they were using for a tourniquet and quickly escalated into a confrontation ("You wanna go outside M.F. and settle this?") So out the door and down the stairs they went. I didn't know what to do but I knew I didn't want to stay there with a bunch of people I didn't know that were all loaded on heroin, so I followed them down the stairs and stood in the doorway waiting to see what would happen next. They started fighting in the front yard and all of a sudden I hear Jesse yelling "He's got a knife...he's stabbing me!" I turned around and ran up the stairs to get his sister and her boyfriend. By the time we got downstairs, the guy with the knife (it turned out to be a bayonet) was running down the street and Jesse was laying in the front yard covered in blood (he had a white t-shirt o so it was pretty gory). We ran to Jesse, picked him up, and proceeded to start walking down to a phone booth that was a few blocks away(They didn't have a phone!) Just as we were approaching the booth, a police car pulled up behind us and they loaded Jesse and me into the back of the squad car. By this time, Jesse was hysterical and freaking out, screaming "I'm gonna die! Help me! I'm gonna die!" We sped towards the nearest hospital with sirens screaming and Jesse flopping all over the place.(at this point I must mention that he was 6'2" and weighed probably 280) Anyway, when we pulled up to the emergency room Jesse was so incoherent from the heroin, he wouldn't let go of my hands when they were trying to get him out of the car, so they had to drag me out with him and pry his hands off mine so they could take him into the E.R. I sat in the waiting room with his sister and pretty soon the police came out to question us about the drugs, (They had seen the fresh track marks on his arm) I was terrified so I told the cop that I didn't know anything about anything and that this was the first time I had gone out with him (which was true) and didn't know anything about him so they took pity on me and gave me a ride home. It turned out that all of Jesse's wounds were superficial (He was stabbed 9 times in the back and chest and every one hit a bone...talk about lucky!) This is a pretty long story but I'm not sure anyone can top this for a first date horror story. |
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