Stories about 25 peoples who had their worst date ever.
they are listed below.
“I went on a blind date and when I met him he smelled of cheap aftershave, he leaned in for a hug and my face started to itch, I couldn’t stop scratching! I was allergic to him! I had to make my excuses and go home and take an antihistamine. No we didn’t go out again.”
“I once went on a date with a girl and then we got back to my house and sat on my bed and she started singing ‘Fields of Gold’ to me. The whole song. I just sat there in silence. I think she was trying to impress me but it was really creepy.” and that was my worst date ever of my life
“I was once set up on a blind date. When I met the guy, he had the strong pungent smell of formaldehyde. It was disgusting, he said he’d just come straight from work – I asked him what he did for a living and he said he was a pathologist and he loved his job. I developed a splitting headache pretty quickly and I got a cab home. I don’t think I even finished my drink!”
“My worse date was when I arranged to meet a girl in the pub and she was an hour late and when she appeared at the door she was staggering – she was completely drunk, then she fell and started to crawl towards me. I picked her up and sat her down and she was slurring. I was so embarrassed, so I called a taxi to go home.
“I’d just had my hair done, highlights, the works, I’d bought a beautiful new dress (it cost a week’s wages and it was dry clean only). My date said we’d go and meet his brother at his house first before going out – his brother had an outside swimming pool and it had a cover on it. My date thought it would be hilarious to pick me up in his arms and then he flung me into the swimming pool, fully clothed into the deep end! I wasn’t very good at swimming especially in a pair of high stilettos! By the time he fished me out I was fuming! I dried myself off borrowed some clothes and went home. Yes we did go out again,
“I remember going out on a date to a Chinese restaurant. We ordered spare ribs and he had a novel way of eating them, he’d put a rib in his mouth, chewed it, then spat the bone out. He preferred to eat most of the food with his hands- my fault really, I forgot to ask him if he could use a knife and fork! I was so embarrassed and felt quite sick watching him!”
“I once went on a date with a guy to the cinema, but it was over an hour’s drive away and he didn’t talk during the journey there. I tried making conversation and it was all one word answers! When we got there, he said: ‘I’m really sorry, I’m really shy!’ An hour and a quarter each way…struggling for conversation. It was awful.”