Hey Pandas, What’s Your Worst Date Ever? (Closed)

We sat and talked all night, about him. The next night a few friends and I were at the pub,so was he with his friends they kept looking over and laughing. Later I found out that he had been telling his friends what he had "made me do to him" Well , on advice of my best friend , I waited 3 months, all the time he and his friends made crude gestures and comments. After 3 months I went to their table and said "I am pregnant" he went white and said, you guessed it, I didn't touch you. Let me tell you revenge IS worth waiting for.

I have another one, I was set up by a friend at work. Her cousin was super cute, total cowboy. I was vegetarian at the time and when he found out he laughed at me and ordered a gigantic rare steak to eat in front of me, moo-ing between bites, and telling me stories about him and his friends castrating cows and eating the testicles raw 🤢. That’s a little TOO cowboy for me!
He put ALL of the moves on me, which I kept politely declining, and got the hell out of there. He called me a few hours later to ‘apologize’ and as we were chatting I heard this rhythmic slapping noise in the background .. yes ladies and gentlemen he was jacking off during our phone call. Needless to say, there was no second date!

Blind date after online chatting for a few days.
Great evening, nice and handsome guy, GREAT chemistry.
Took him home with me.
Had a few more drinks, started making out, getting undressed.
Nazi symbols tattoed all over his chest and back.
Kicked him out.
I am from Germany by the way.
Which makes this even worse.

I matched with this guy on a dating site. We messaged for a while and seemed to really hit it off. He never once said anything creepy or inappropriate. After a few weeks, he asked me to have dinner with him. I agreed to meet him for drinks at a Japanese restaurant, telling him if we clicked, we could stay for dinner.

When we first saw me in person, he said, “Wow! You’re absolutely stunning! Your pictures don’t do you justice. I could definitely tie you to a bedpost and ravage you.” Taken aback, I responded, “Whoa, mister! Slow your roll! Comments like that don’t make a good impression.” He apologized, stating he was just really nervous around someone so gorgeous. He did seem nervous, so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

We sat at the bar and ordered a drink. The conversation flowed effortlessly. Our chemistry was great. I completely forgot about his initial creepy comment and agreed to be seated for dinner with him.

At this particular Japanese restaurant, the tables are laid out in U-shapes with a habachi grill in the middle of the U. As such, we were seated next to another couple. I took the last seat in that row and my date sat next to the other guy. This becomes important later.

Things are still going great. I had ordered water with dinner. I’d had one drink in the bar, but was reluctant to order another because I had to drive home. My date ordered one for me when I had stepped away to use the restroom. I politely took a sip, but had no real intention of drinking it.

Meanwhile, he starts getting several texts. He apologizes, asking me if I would mind if he sporadically goes back and forth between our conversation and his work texts. I tell him I don’t mind at all. If he got a text, he’d angle the phone away from me, which I thought was odd. I noticed the guy seated next to him glancing at my date’s phone. A few times, he raised his eyebrows and whispered something into his girlfriend’s ear and she responded with a shocked look.

At some point towards the end of our meal, my date excused himself to use the restroom. As soon as he left the table, the guy seated next to him turned to me and said, “Whatever you do, do NOT leave with this guy.” He proceeds to tell me the text messages he’s seen are discussing “tying me up,” “raping me,” and then allowing the person he’s texting to “have a turn with me.” He then tells me he thinks he spiked my drink with something, because another text complained, “she’s not drinking it.”

No sooner does he finish telling me this, my date returns, commenting, “You haven’t touched your drink.” The guy next to him shoots me an “I told you so” look and I’m gripped with fear.
Righting on cue, my date receives another text. As he picked up his cell phone to respond, I excused myself to use the restroom.

The restrooms were located near the entrance of the restaurant. I bypassed them, headed straight through the exit doors, jumped into my car, and drove home, shaking like a leaf. As soon as I was home, I noticed I had received two texts from him asking me if I was OK and wondering if I was sick. I blocked him immediately. I blocked him on the dating app and reported his account. I debated filing a police report, but what would I say, “I ran out on a date, because some stranger told me he intended to rape me?” I knew there was nothing they could do.

I mentioned my creepy date story to some of my closest friends and then put it behind me. Five months later, one of my friends sends me a text, “Reminds me of your creepy date,” with a link to a local news story. I clicked on the link and my blood ran cold! Sure enough, I was staring at a picture of my date.

He was charged with rape and attempted murder. The realization that could have been me still haunts me to this day.

I went on a movie date with a lawyer from the next city over. We saw Hostel, which was fine, we were both horror fans, except he got way to excited by it. He invited me back to his place, I declined because he was creeping me out at this point. He let me go, but blew up my phone and MySpace later until I blocked him. A few months later he was arrested as part of a human trafficking ring.

I met this guy online, he seemed sweet and attentive. Because he knew I liked cats he invited me for a date in a cat cafe. The first thing he said to me was that he hated coffee and ordered a bottle of beer. Then another one and another one. While I was slowly drinking my first lattee he had 4 beers and he was getting tipsy. Then he talked about him hating women, because his mom kicked him out of the house because he was doing drugs and then his girlfriend kicked him out of the house because he was cheating on her. He said because of those b*tches he must have lived with his friend. Then as he was getting drunk he ordered a cake and then started to throw pieces of the cake to the poor cats around him, calling them b*tches also. Then he said his friend, who is also his drug dealer, is in the neighbourhood so he could join us. And indeed a few minutes later the friend showed up. After that I really wanted to leave so I headed out. He said it was an amazing date and we should do it again. We didn't.

My worst date never happened. I went to pick him up and he wasn't home. His mom told me I just missed him. He had a court date for that day and I never knew he had been in trouble. He was sentenced to 11 years that day for trafficking drugs.

He lied about his age and brought his dad’s ID so he could buy us drinks with dinner, then took me back to his parents house to introduce me (on the first date!) and whispered in my ear how he was going to built a tree fort to move his bed into so we could have sex!!

Mine was a first date with a girl I met online, we went out to dinner (usually I'd just do coffee or drinks for a first date, but she said she wanted to go to a new restaurant, so we went). It started out fine, but then she told me about her weekend camping trip with her brother, the story started out normal, but then she talked about how it rained and they got all wet and ended up sharing a sleeping bag.... then started doing this kind of things a brother and sister shouldn't be doing together.

To this day I'm not sure if she was telling the truth, or just wanted to end the date and figured that her incestual story would prevent a second date (which was correct, I never saw her again).

He quoted a Bible verse at me where evil is personified as a woman, and the woman is told to get back in a box. Then when I didn’t want to dance, he slow danced with an imaginary person.

Guy picked me up, obviously already a little drunk, and took me to one of those dinner-theatre shows. This one was pretty adult-themed, and I suspect designed to get me “in the mood”. I started feeling a little trapped and as if this guy might be a bit needy/possessive/waaaay more into me than I was him when on the way home he asked if I’d like to go to a party. At his house. Yeah: he’d blown off *his own guests* to take me to dinner. Feeling really uncomfortable at this stage, but in his car and felt like I couldn’t refuse. So, we get to his, and he offers to give me a tour of the place - I realise now he was trying to sneak me off to his room, but at the time I was just trying to shrug off his consistent arm-around-the-shoulder/waist grabbiness. Thankfully, mid-tour and mid-party, we ran into some people I knew, about the same time he decided to open up the hallway cupboard and show me his .. gun collection. That mightn’t sound like a big deal to some, but in Australia, guns are a *real* rarity, and if you do have one, it’s meant to be locked in what is basically a security vault. Not rattling around in your hallway cupboard. With drunk party people everywhere. I honestly don’t remember how I got home that night. Never been so terrified that I’d just escaped a serial killer.

We went to the movies. He kept loudly talking throughout it and bought one popcorn that he never shared and finished by himself. He then proceeded to non-stop tell me about how he still lives with his mom and how amazing her cooking was, then asked me if I was able to cook. I awkwardly told him I sucked at it, and he just got up and left the theatre. Haven't heard from him since.

He told me “All Lives Matter” after learning I had a mixed-race son. Boy, bye.

I forget exactly which date it was but this experience happened during one of the first dates I ever had. So I meet some guy and I decide to go on a date with even though he wasn't necessarily my type but I figured dating experience was good and maybe there would be more to him than what meets the eye.
We go to the movies, which years later I would say is honestly one of the worst places to go for a first date. There was only a little bit of talking when we first met there and sat down at our seats.
When the lights dimmed in the theater, he took my hand to hold. I wasn't super comfortable but I just thought it would be ok. Nope. After like 5 minutes, he dragged my hand over his crotch where I could feel something HARD. Then he whispered in my ear how I got him so horny and asked that I touch him. Hard pass but I was shook and didn't know what to do except take my hand back, try to laugh it off, and said we were watching a movie. He tried to convince me a few more times throughout the movie but I refused. After I already decided I was never gonna see this guy again, I declined his offer ​of going to a restaurant after the movie ended so I could leave.
He walked me to my car and I was preparing to leave but he kept talking to me so I had my window rolled down as I was buckling up and starting my car. I wasn't super paying attention then I turned to look at him and what is right in front of my face except his damn boner whipped out of his pants. It was mortifying especially since I had a sedan at the time and was just literally face level with it. He was trying to get me to touch it and more. I again declined his offer, said I was tired, and was finally able to leave. I immediately blocked his number so I could never speak to him again.

Went on a date with a guy, we went to a really nice restaurant. We sit down and he is really quiet so I try to start a conversation. No lie, it went like this:
Me: So.....what do you do for a living?
Him: I don't want to talk about it.
Me: *jokingly* Ah...ok so you like a drug dealer or something?
Him: Why would you automatically assume I'm a drug dealer?
Me: Uh...never mind, it was just a bad joke.
Him: It wasn't funny.
Me: Ok. Do you have a favorite sports team?
Him: No.
Me: Gotcha. Favorite color?
Him: No.
Me: Right....favorite food?
Him: No.
Me: I see. Well.....uh....I see you have tattoos, they are interesting. Is there a story that goes along with any of them?
Him: I don't want to talk about my tattoos.

The whole night a conversation was like pulling teeth, mind you he asked me out, not the other way around. By the end of the night I'm thinking this guy completely hates me, so he drops me off, then about 10 minutes later he calls me and tells me he had a great time and wants to take me to dinner again. I kindly refused.

I was set up by my boss at work, he was convinced we'd hit it off. I picked her up, and absolutely zero chemistry. She was a fine person, nothing against her at all, but it was just one of those times where her + me = blah. Nobody's fault. We tried to make it work anyway but one thing after another fell through (e.g. bowling alley was league-only night, no open bowl - restaurant was inexplicably closed). Wasn't meant to be. Eventually I just drove her back to her place and we called it even. Awkward!

WORST date: I was in high school - went on a first date to a movie theater and she was all over me and doing stuff I would have never dared. She instigated everything, fun times though! I just refused to turn my head so as to not make eye contact with anybody. Next day in school I had my friends coming up to me "I didn't know you were like that!" After sorting through my initial confusion, I figured out she was telling the whole school I had forced myself on her and used the word "rape". I was so shocked I literally didn't know what to do. It wasn't like I could explain the evening to every person that was glaring at me in the hallways. Interestingly, no charges were brought. So much for her accusations I guess. Funny thing; my reputation never recovered.

Was working full time, days, during the week, and also worked Saturdays for the girlfriend of my boss. One Saturday, she wanted me to meet this great guy she knew, she thought I'd like him. Handsome, lived at the beach, etc. That evening she and I went to his beach house to hang out. No chemistry at all. Nothing to say to each other, which was rare for me. To make it less fun, his beach house was being repaired, and there was sand everywhere. It was getting late. My so-called friend said she had to leave, and that our host would drive me home. Except after she'd left, he wouldn't. He was too tired. He said he'd drive me home in the morning. I was very upset. I didn't have cab fare, no one to call, etc. I don't know what I was thinking, but I finally tried to sleep in my clothes on the edge of his bed (no sofas, hard floor.) The construction meant there were windows missing, so not only was it cold, but the roar of the ocean kept me awake, as well as fear he'd expect something from me. Early morning, after he made coffee he drove me home. Unforgivable behavior by my so-called friend.

After going to the movies, we went to McDonalds. We ate inside and then returned to my car with our drink cups. When she finished hers, she opened the car door and just tossed her cup on the curb. Eww... Plus, she kept talking about taking me to go camping. Girl, this is our first date, you don't know me! I don't like camping, and as far as you know, I could be a serial killer or something (I'm not, just to be clear :P)

Bad dates don't just happen when you are young...
She was 48, me 52. We had been seeing each other about a month. She lived in the suburbs and me in town. Since I had the more flexible schedule I usually went out her way.

One day I asked her if there was anything she would especially like to do for a date. To my surprise she told me she would like to go to one of the more notorious strip clubs in town. Surprised but intrigued, I agreed.

The next Saturday night she met me at my house and we went to the club. I had 100 $1 bills with me and she proceeded to drink heavily and tip everyone. It was an absolute scream and better than I could have wished. I looked forward to getting her back to the house.

So club time ended and we drove to my house. We walk in and up the stairs to my bedroom and there is my 10 year old Old English Sheepdog on his bed snoozing. My lady had met Quincy before and decided to go say hello again.

Before I could stop her she pranced over to my snoozing dog, bent over, grabbed his head and tried to rub noses with him while shrilling at him. Old and harshly awoken, Quincy nipped her nose.

She yelled and pulled back. Nose bleeding. Blood oozing through her hands. Runs to the bathroom. I follow and see her dabbing at her nose, cursing. Maybe a 1.5 inch gash down one side of the bridge of her nose.

My lady instantly sobered up. Continued cursing and stormed out of the house. As I watched her drive away I was still trying to process what had happened in the last three minutes.

She did not respond to my call or text that night. The next day, Sunday, she continued to not respond. I'm thinking she and I might be done...

Monday at noon I get a call. From my county's Animal Services. I was to bring in Quincy and surrender him to the county for a two week quarantine. It seems my lady went to the hospital Saturday night after she left my house and the hospital filed a vicious dog bite report.

So Quincy and I went to Animal Services. Big, gentle, slow, clearly old Sheepdog melted the heart of the lady we spoke with. Talking fast I pointed out his age and shared what happened. Animal Services decided that Quincy could quarantine at home IF he never left our property AND he got seen by our vet and cleared for rabies. Agreed! We dodged a bullet. Was going to cost a little money for the vet but my old dog could remain at home.

That was Monday.

Tuesday rolls around. I receive a special delivery letter from an attorney. Seems my lady friend wasn't happy. The letter informed me that I had to reimburse her for the hospital expense incurred AND for the expected plastic surgery to correct any damage or scarring to her pristine and delicate nose.

Lovely. She lawyered up. This s**t got serious.

The next day I contacted my attorney and explained the situation. My attorney is a little bulldog of a lady and an animal lover so she dived right in. She promised to do a little research and contact the lady's attorney.

Thursday I am sweating. Thoughts going through my head. Cost of plastic surgery out of pocket.... Ouch!

Friday my attorney calls me early afternoon. Turns out that in my state an animal in his home has rights. Seems he can defend himself if a stranger is aggressive. After being confronted with this information, and a full account of our date night, my lady's attorney decided to drop the case.

Whew!

Never did see or hear from my lady friend again. I reached out repeatedly to apologize but no response.

I still have Quincy. He's 15 now. I joke with friends and family that Quincy is an ex-con then share the story. Gentle old guy and all he wanted was to snooze.

I had high hopes for my lady. I thought we were on a good track. The combination of a strip club, alcohol and an Old English Sheepdog likely saved me from a huge mistake.