What’s The Worst Date That You’ve Ever Been On? (Ended)

The guy seemed nice enough. We had chatted online for several weeks. We decided to meet at a local bar and hang out. Everything was fine, or so I thought. We were talking about parenting. He said he his kids still hadn't forgiven him for the dog incident years ago. What dog incident? Well, he had left some important government documents out in the dining room. The puppy had found them and had fun with them. When he got home and saw the papers were destroyed, he took the dog out back and beat it over the head with an iron bar until it died. He told me this quite casually. I sat there glued to the barstool, with a fake some kind of expression on my face, not able to move or speak or do anything but experience absolute horror. He chuckled and said the kids were still pissed off about it. I was actually afraid for my own life at that point. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, trying to figure out how I could run. When I came out, he was watching the door like a hawk, and smiling. I sat back down. Still couldn't speak. He tried to kiss me. I faked coughing. I said I had to pop out for some air. He followed me and tried to kiss me again, pushing me up against the wall of the building. I can't express how absolutely terrified and horrified I was. I said we should go back inside. He continued to tell me stories and I was just internally panicking the whole time. Eventually, finally, he went to the bathroom and I bolted. I mean, bolted, like I ran, out of the bar, down the street, around the corner to the parking lot, full blast. Drove home breaking every speed limit. Bolted my doors and turned off the lights. Went through all the online chats and deleted everything and blocked him. I'm still haunted by that one.

So mine is a little long, so here it goes:
Met this girl online and thought she was cute in the pics and we chatted for like a day or two online before we decided to meet up for a dinner and a movie date. Well when we met she looked drastically different from her picture, like a lot heavier than what she looked like in her profile. But I decided to give her a chance anyway and so we went to dinner. As we walked in to a local pub she was very rude to the hostess and very judgmental to the rest of the women she saw there. She kept saying snide nasty comments like "look at her she looks so whorish in that." or " Eww look at her, she is so ugly." That was red flag number one. Then as we were seated she proceeded to berate the waitress, talk down to her and just be very demanding. Red flag number 2.
So after dinner ( I paid, and apologized to the waitress and gave her a good tip.) we went on a walk around the downtown before going to buy our movie tickets. As we were walking she kept talking about how if I want to have a chance with her, I need to spoil her by buying her things and treating her like the princess she is. Red flag #3. Then she proceeded to talk about wanting to own a lifted pink hummer with the words Puerto Rican Princess on the side and say that we can cuddle at her house. Also while saying that she said "oh I also have a boyfriend so you are just going to come when I want and take me out." After that I just said "Ok, I am done, first of all you are to vapid and rude for me to put up with, you also have a boyfriend and said you single. So no I am leaving. " As I walked away she screamed " you don't know what you're missing." and a bunch of expletives.

I have so many. Let's start with the guy that I met online. We texted and talked for a few weeks and decided to meet for coffee. He shows up and is dropped off by a friend and he has a suitcase. I asked him if he was traveling somewhere. He says, "to your place". I said no, and he goes on to explain to me that he MUST stay with me because he told his roommate he could have the apartment for the weekend so he really didn't have anywhere to go.
Now, think about this. This is our first meeting and he shows up with a suitcase, packed to move in with me for a few days. He just assumed he was so irresistible that I was going to take him home immediately and let him stay with me. I noped right out of there before I even had half of a cup of coffee. He has the nerve to follow me outside and ask me if I can at least save him cab fare and take him to ex's house.

It's not been my date, but still the worse. My best friend met someone online. As they wanted to meet, the arranged to go to the cinema. My friend asked me to come with her, just to be nearby. Well, just in case... I was in the Cafe across the street. She waited in front of the cinema, but he didn't show. So she went in, as he didn't answer the phone she thought he's maybe inside and turned the phone off. I followed her in, because I couldn't see her with anybody. She bought one ticket and went in. I bought another one and sat two rows behind her, because I still was not sure if he will show up. I watched her cry the entire movie and I still don't know why I just didn't sat next to her.

I had been "talking to" this guy for a few weeks but we'd never gone out.
One Sunday morning I get a message that said, "wanna meet me at (pub local to him) to watch the game?" (our teams were playing each other)

I said, 'sure,' got ready, drove 45 minutes, paid $10 to park, squished into the tiniest, most crowded bar on the planet, spotted the guy, made my way over, discovered he hadn't bothered to save me a seat & didn't offer his, but the guy next to him claimed he was leaving... (I saw him a halftime...)
At this point, I wondered why I bothered.

I ordered a drink, the bartender gave us menus, & the guy said, "order whatever you want," which I did, we both did...food & more drinks...

Things got better after the game started.
We talked a bit, laughed a lot, even ordered dessert.

After my team kicked his team's rear, he excused himself to the restroom and said we'd leave when he got back.

He. Never. Came. Back.

I was left with a $93 bar tab.

I later got a message that said there was some emergency & he had to leave quickly, he'd pay me back next time.

There was NO next time.

Screw me over once, strike three.

My friends forced me onto an online dating site (read they created a profile for me and picked out matches) after a 4 year long relationship ended and insisted I get back out there. I went on 3 dates total, all of them horrible.

The worst, guy asks me if I can pick him up because his car is in the shop. Okay, no big deal, crap happens but he at least gave me enough notice to change plans. I got pick him up and start to drive to the restaurant when he asks me to pull into a fast food parking lot because he needs to use the restroom (mind you this is all of 5 minutes after we've left his apartment). Okay, strange, but maybe nervous bladder. Special me assumes he's going to go inside, like a normal human. Nope, dude goes to the dumpsters and proceeded to do his business hidden behind one of the dumpsters. That was enough to make me be done, but nope, it gets better. Mid pee, cops show up and not only do the pull out their citation book, they address him by name. I overheard one of the cops say "Joe-Blow, haven't we talked about this before, you can't take care of business in public like this."

At this point I didn't even wait around, I flat left him in that parking lot and went and bought myself some nice take out to take home and spend the evening on my couch where I promptly deleted the dating account and planned payback on my so called friends.

Blind date, did as a favor for a friend. He showed up with flowers, candy and a stuffed animal. Overkill for sure. We went to a nice pizza place and suddenly his entire church group showed up. Yup, he knew they were coming. Worse, they all stood and sang church music to "inspire" the other diners. After 3 songs manager asked them to stop and they all prayed for him (silently). When he took me home he said, "I hope it's ok that I don't kiss on a first date". You bet it was ok.

I was in high school - 10th grade - when this happened. My brother (4 years older than me) set me up on a date with a guy I’d gone to school with, and was in my grade. I liked Qu well enough, but I wasn’t interested, and I don’t know why my brother did that. On a Saturday night Qu got me from my home around 7pm. He was very polite, met my folks, and we left. He even opened the car door for me. As we pulled away from my house, Qu said “We’re gonna get something to eat first cuz I told your brother I’d take you to dinner, and a movie.” I said “ok.” I didn’t know what else to say. This came out of the blue, and surprised me. I think we went to Carrow’s or Denny’s. Again, Qu opened the door to the restaurant for me. I said “thank you”. I ordered an average priced meal. Qu asked what it was (I’m thinking it’s polite interest), so I tell him, and he responded “good. Cuz I told your brother I’m not paying for a fancy meal.” I stayed quiet, I really didn’t know how to respond to this curtness. We made polite conversation, and when we both finished eating, the waiter came & asked if we wanted dessert. Qu looked at me and said “No.” I smiled at him, looked at the waiter and said with glee “I’ll have this!”as I pointed to an expensive dessert. The waiter smiled at me, “shall I bring 2 spoons?” Qu frowned, and said “No.” I winked at the waiter, and said “that would be nice.” Even though I was full from dinner, I ate half, and took the rest home. Qu didn’t say much while I ate. I’d push the plate to him to share, but he didn’t want any. After getting tickets at the theatre, and finding a place to sit, Qu looked at the blank screen, he said to me, “I’m not gonna hold your hand, or put my arm around you.” I looked at him and said quite honestly, “I hope not. That would be super gross, and very weird.” He gave me a stunned look. I continued. “I mean seriously. I know you. It’s enough that you took me to dinner, and a show. Don’t get mental on me, and think something’s gonna happen. You know my brother, so don’t be getting gross, with hand holding, and stuff. Do I have to pay for my own popcorn, and soda?” He said nothing. Not a word about dinner, or dessert, or even my brother. And I had to pay for own refreshments. I remember enjoying the movie. On the way back to my house, he groused again, “I don’t know why I said I would do this. I’m not taking you out again. I don’t care what your brother says.” I started laughing. I mean REALLY laughing. “What’s so funny? This isn’t funny!” I kept laughing, “yes it is! If you weren’t stupid enough to whine, and cry at my brother because you don’t have a girlfriend, and you just want to go on a date with someone -“ then I yelled “THIS WOULD HAVE NEVER HAPPENED!!” He got real quiet. I kept going. “But instead YOU agreed to take ME out, and you did nothing but complain about it. We could’ve had fun, but you decided whining was better.” Crickets. I added “and if that brother of mine ,that you love and adore, does this to me again- I’m gonna slaughter him in his sleep. Then you’ll be next, just on gp.” I turned on the radio, changed his station, and sang along with the song that was playing. Qu pulled up, and before he could move, I quickly unbuckled the seatbelt, grabbed his face, kissed his cheek, and smiled “Thank you! This is the worst date ever! I can hardly wait to tell my brother ALL the details!” Then I ran out of the car, and into my house. My brother did ask, and I told him the truth. Including slaughtering him in his sleep. He looked at me, and without batting an eye, he said “where’s the leftover dessert?” I didn’t give him any, and ate it standing right in front of him. Qu & I didn’t talk for a long time. Eventually it was forgotten. Until now.

Nothing as bad as the previous writers. 1). Went and sat at a park in the North Beach area of San Francisco. He talked about all his drug use and how bad his heart was.
2). Did not contribute to any of the conversation. Come to find out he was married-in the process of getting a divorce and didn't know how to tell me. I said that I didn't want any drama and cut it of.

I went on a date then his other girlfiend turned up

I met a guy through a dating app, I really liked him, he was intelligent, had a good job (he is a doctor), and really handsome, we met at a bar and it was nice, we met again a couple time then he invites me home to have a drink then we should go to a restaurant, when we arrived at his place we heard a notification from his computer, it was a message from his team from a MMORPG saying they have a raid this evening, he said to me that he had to play... Then we didn't go to the restaurant and it was on his couch playing while I was watching TV waiting for him to stop but it never ended after a lot of time so I left and never saw him again...

Well... It wasn't a date exactly but it's the story of my very FIRST break-up that I didn't end. The boy was cute, smart, and nice. He was the same age as me and we had dated for about 4 months. I had cut my hair short(like REALLY short) Then, I was riding home on the bus literally the DAY BEFORE we were going to go on a date, he texted me. This is the conversation:

Ex: Hey.
Me: Hey!
Ex: Listen, we have to talk.
Me: Okay..?

at this point, I was getting kinda nervous.

Ex: Just promise me that you won't be upset.
Me: Alright.. What's up
Ex: I uh.. I like someone else.
Me: ...
Ex: Listen, I'm sorry but I don't like you anymore and no offense but you look like a boy with your hair that short.
Me: Alright. *thumbs up emoji*
Ex: Wow. Did you even like me?
Me: Why do you care, your not my boyfriend anymore.

(I was crying inside though.)

That's the story of how I got text-dumped :I

2- Parter So technically these were my first 'dates' - I had never dated, never had a partner. Someone from my sister's HS class (only a year older) reached out to me on FB. We talked a little bit - we were both film students - and agreed to meet at a Mall that was central to our distance. I thought we would meet and we'd go to a restaurant or find a table at the food-court or something but no... he found us an empty bench inside the mall and proceeded to talk to me about his projects. We didn't walk around or anything - just sat on a bench as he talked at me. Towards the end he finally asked about me and my interests, etc. It was awkward. But he was cute, and it was my first 'date' and I was nervous so whatever. Then he messages me again and talks about taking me to the Observatory! To me this is perfect, great date idea. I meet him at his place and he drives us there. After he parks he says he knows a 'secret' way in so that we don't have to pay admission (even though admission is free - he probably didn't know I knew that). Even after we go in, I'm more excited than he is, and after 15 minutes he suggests we leave to go get something to eat. We don't go to a restaurant. At this point I would've been okay at sitting in at a f*****g Panda Express... but he takes us to a drive thru at MCDONALDS... and then ASKS FOR TWO SEPARATE ORDERS. (Listen, I'm more than willing to go dutch - but f*****g McD's? For a date? Are you serious?). Then he drove us to a nearby park and we ate our food as he talked more about himself while I honestly thought he was gonna kill me or something in broad daylight. Because the situation had gone from weird to creepy in 0.5 seconds. Let's just say I was glad he drove me back to my car. He even had the audacity to say "let's do this again soon".

My prom, mostly just because of the circumstances not because of the guy. We had rented a limo and I was very excited however my date had gotten in trouble because his parents found pot in his room so his punishment....his mom was going to drive us to the prom in her station wagon...Ok that was kinda embarrassing as she drove us up front and center and also sort of a punishment for me as well even though I hadn't done anything but whatever at least we got to go. We went to a fancy restaurant with another couple...the other guy didn't bring enough money so my date had to spot him and was left without money for a tip so the boys literally bum rushed us through the door. I wore a velvet Jessica McClintock dress which would have been fine however because we sat in a booth and my pantyhose made me hot, a combination of my body heat, the booth, and the velvet left a huge heart shaped crushed velvet spot on my ass...I spent 20 min. In the restaurant restroom near tears with old ladies and other patrons gathered around desperately trying to help me fix it...bless them. I spent the night dancing while trying to hold my evening bag over my ass.

I met a sales rep from our company when she was visiting our corporate office in San Francisco. We hit it off and had a fantastic weekend together, so she invited me to spend New Year's Eve with her in Chicago. I was born in Chicago, but I hadn't been there since then, so I was doubly excited to go. I even arranged VIP access to an early NYE show at an improv theater that my father used to belong to there.

When I got to Chicago, she acted like she barely knew me, and like it was an imposition to have me there. Before my arrival, she had also assured me that she was dialed into the clubs there, but I soon found out that I had to do the dialing when we went out on NYE. In San Francisco, I never have to wait in line for clubs and events. That night I in Chicago, I had to bribe our way into places.

My consolation prize was twofold, however, in that I hooked up with one of her friends at a late-night house party we went to (my host was pissed), and I discovered Krispy Kreme donuts for the first time, at 5 AM while they were serving hot donuts!

We met for drinks and I spent 2 1/2 hours nodding my head and saying,"Oh! Wow! Uh-huh. Mmm. Uh-huh. Oh! Uh-huh...."
After the first 20 minutes, I just wanted to see how long he would keep talking."

Second date he says "I like you, I want to introduce you to my mum". Okay, a bit early in a relationship for this, but no problem. So he takes me to a cemetery and introduced me to his mother's headstone. Umm, "Hello dead mum." So that was nice.

Not my worst date but his. In the 60's I was talked into being a replacement blind date for a friend who had planned a double-date but the girl had cancelled and my friend couldn't reach her boyfriend. Turned out that the guy had also cancelled and her boyfriend, since he couldn't reach my friend, scrambled to find a replacement (too bad we didn't yet have cell phones) Neither replacement was eager. We went to a dance club. The club was very hot so I went into the rest room and removed my 'fall' (a hairpiece, popular in the 60's, for turning short hair into long hair). Bill (the replacement) told me later that my 'weird' action made him decide he'd try a second date. Years later he told me that this was his worst date ever. In a few days we will celebrate our 48th anniversary. However our kids and grandkids say he's the weird one, not me. Quiet but weird in a good way.

He seemed like a nice enough guy and I was tired of my friends telling me to find someone niiiiiice. Uhhuh.. he took me to dinner in a coffee shop in an automotive garage. Nothing stimulates your appetite like the smell of gasoline and motor oil. That would have been bad enough, but when he took me home he tried to kiss me .. but he had a large gross cold sore. Yeah.. I RAN back to dating the bad boys.

Prom - 20 years ago.

I dated a guy from February sophomore year of HS to November of junior year. We break up; no big deal. Following February he wants to get back together with me (he thought I would ask him to the winter formal); I decline.

Fast forward to May. Was asked to prom by a friend. Ex bf PAID OFF the friend and PAID SOMEONE ELSE to go as his date all because I wouldn't date him again.