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Just wondering what horror stories others may have about dates they have been on? My story worse probably isn’t all that bad, but here it is. I once took a woman to a nice Italian restaurant, not a five star place, but expensive enough, perhaps 3.5 stars. The date started out ok, but as we drank some of the wine, the conversation started shifting. Pretty soon, my date, had become a session about her ex husband and why they couldn’t work things out and how she missed him sometimes and should she try to get back together with him. When the date finally ended, we are sitting in her driveway, and she thanked me for being such a good date and listening to her…and shook my hand.
Of course, back then, I was still under the illusion of women as something you pursued to obtain and was gentlemanly about my reaction. Now, forgetting the fact I have retired from dating, if faced with a similar situation I would call for the check, order her a cab and save the rest of my evening.
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.
Anonymous13I would get up, pay the waiter my half and just f~~~ing man out.
Disrespectful little c~~~.
ZERO TOLERANCE TO BITCH S~~~.
MAN OUT
Back in my young and dumb days, mid 20’s. My friend sets me up with his receptionist. Ex stripper, hot. Oh and shockingly a single mother.
The day of the date she calls and tells me that she can’t find a babysitter and needs to reschedule. Being polite, I say “You can always bring your son along if you want to.” Who in their right mind would bring a 4 year old on a first date, right? Of course she’ll say no. You don’t want the kid in the middle of your first date, and a blind date at that.
Well, joke’s on TaxGuy. A person in her right mind would have declined. A single mommy stripper however would jump on the chance.
Needless to say I could never call my friend at work anymore.
Order the good wine
I never really had a DATE.
To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.
I got one for you. My worst date was on Valentine’s Day. F~~~ that holiday btw.
I was a junior in college, and still a massive blue pill simp. I had put a ton of effort into the date I had planned with this girl. Supposedly we were”dating” at the time, but not exclusively. I reserved a table at the nicest seafood restaurant in College Station, by probing for what she wanted to eat that night. Well, this bitch not only ghosted me, she answers my phone call 30 minutes before I was set to pick her up. She makes these vague excuses like she was studying with friends, and that she would have to meet me there. I argued with her, saying that was not what we agreed to, and that I had put a lot of effort into OUR night. Well me being the f~~~ing simp, drove to the date by myself, sat by myself, and waited for the bitch to join me at the agreed time she would be there.
Well, I sat there for over a f~~~ing hour. Having ordered an appetizer, I looked like a complete idiot. Couples were leering at me with my Godiva chocolates and tulips (you know the flowers she liked, because roses are cliche) all alone. I eventually accepted reality, grew a spine, and said f~~~ it. I asked the cute female waiter to give me my bill, telling her this obviously isn’t happening. She felt so bad for me, that she refused to even charge me. She straight up called my “girl” at the time a cold bitch. I couldn’t agree more, and I now appreciate the knowledge I obtain from that night.However, that didn’t change the fact I felt so worthless in that moment. I was f~~~ing garbage, and the whole restaurant was judging me. I could feel their negative presumptions, it was like stinging bees. I was so embarrassed, that I just left everything there and told the waiter to keep it. After saying, that I left with pride broken.
Turns out she was f~~~ing a chad on the side, and she was f~~~ing him, while I sat there waiting for her. F~~~…
Well, I was a f~~~ing fool then, and the red pill prevents any bulls~~~ like that from ever happening again…
Moral of the story gents, absolutely no tolerance for any female bulls~~~ ever…
Fuck bitches... literally and metaphorically
Being polite, I say “You can always bring your son along if you want to.”
Damn, I would of done the same myself back in my 20s. You know, I’ll be generous, show the woman what a great guy I am and all that. I might as well as have “sucker” stamped on my forehead.
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.
Well me being the f~~~ing simp, drove to the date by myself, sat by myself, and waited for bitch ass to join me at the agreed time she would be there.
Dude…I’m feeling that wait in the restaurant…damn that was probably rough. The sad thing is, at the time, before you got conscious about what you were doing, if you were like me and a lot of us, you probably thought some of that crap was about you…instead of it being all on her.
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.
Dating? I don’t even know what that is anymore.
NO F~~~S GIVEN.
Anonymous13Turns out she was f~~~ing a chad on the side, and she was f~~~ing him, while I sat there waiting for her. F~~~…
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The date I met my ex-wife for the first time before she became my wife.
And men are deploying the most devastating weapon of all – indifference. In this final battle who cares least wins.
Had a date with this chick where after a night of laughing and supposedly having a good time, I went to pay the bill in th restaurant while she went to wait outside (don’t worry I wasn’t paying for her), and then when I went outside she was gone. She wouldn’t answer her phone when I rang to see if she was ok etc, so she basically just ghosted me.
I had another one where she was all over me during our date-touching me and getting close to me ect. Then at the end of the date she says to me ” if you were ten kilos heavier and 2 inches taller you’d be just my type, but we can be friends”. I told her to f~~~ off as I had enough friends. C~~~s.
None of the dates themselves have been bad. OTOH a few have shown up looking bad, usually heavier or uglier than whatever creative angle pics they used …then I just sit there cringing.
Sovereignty above all else.
Anonymous11Hmmm…..This is one of my favorites, and I still get flack from my friends about it too.
It’s 1990. I took a petite thing out to dinner on my simpy dime. It was a nice restaurant that served really good food. I blew about $100 there. That’s in 1990 dollars too. After dinner, we went downtown for some drinks. So far, ol’ C-Pig was thinking to himself that things were going really well. She seemed to be having a good time, and the conversation flowed.
One of my good friends sees us and comes over to speak with me. He leaves us to go mingle with some others. A few minutes later she impulsively starts kissing some random guy she did not even know standing right next to me. My friend saw everything she did. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my dating career.
I decided to leave right after that s~~~, and she did not have a ride so I drove her home. The silence was awkward. There was a mix of sadness and anger within me. We never went out again.
Story time,
My worst date was my last date several years ago. I met this chick online on a dating website. She lived out of state, and she first hit me up. We sent a couple casual messages. I oftentimes had business travel in her city, so I told her, next time I’m out there we’d have to get lunch.
Well, I didn’t have to wait that long. She emails me about two weeks into our back and forth online whatever it is, and she says she’s driving through my state to visit family in another state. She asked if she could stay at my place, and then stay at it on the way back too, a week later.I’m like OK. This is all looking good. I’m in my mid-30s at the time, she was 26 and looked good. So she arrives as planned, and I see her in the flesh- Oh, how nice! She looks better than her pics. Awesome!
Everything is cool for like the first ten minutes or so, and then she hit a switch somewhere inside called the never-shut-up switch and she NEVER stopped talking.I’m thinking, at some point, she’ll slow down and ask a question. But NO, everything, EVERYTHING was about her and her opinion. She never shut up, never asked me my opinion about anything, and any time I tried to say something, she’d just run me right over and keep talking. So I’m thinking, like any red blooded man- She just likes me. Give it some time.
So, we go out to eat at a sports bar I frequent. She wanted chicken wings. Well, that’s what she initially said. The whole way over there, she’s just going on and on and on. Her mouth I don’t think stayed shut for a full minute during any stretch of time.
We go to this restaurant, which I had been to tons of times and always spent about $20 there for a meal. She orders beer, and several appetizers, and a big dinner that comes with salad all that. I was a bigger person than her, and I couldn’t eat all that food.
So she keeps on talking, the food keeps coming, talking with her mouth full of food, NO problem! She was like a cow, chewing and mooing at the same time. On and on she went, and the more she drank, the louder she became!
As we are sitting there at a table for four and there are more plates of food than can fit on the table, she just keeps on talking. I’m sitting there with my dozen chicken wings, and she starts eating my chicken wings! She had several appetizers (one with chicken wings) and her steak dinner, and she eating MY chicken wings. I’m asking myself- is this really happening?
At one point, she is so loud and obnoxious, people are looking over all the time. I am literally not saying a single word. I look up and I see this table of young college guys, and one of the guys flashes me a thumbs up- like- you’re getting laid tonight, buddy!
Anyway, so we literally have six boxes in two separate plastic bags of food she didn’t eat, and the bill is well over $100. Now, this is when I get mad.
When the bill comes, she doesn’t even offer to pay for half, quarter, nothing. She says- Oops, I left my purse in your car, I think. I’m always forgetful, blah, blah, blah….
So I pay for this meal, and now, I’m beyond thinking she’s recoverable. Now, I’m just flat-out angry. I’m stuck between wanting to bring her home and stuff her to shut her up, and bringing her home and kicking her out of my place.
So on the way home, she goes- Oh, can you stop at the store real quick. I have to pick up some medicine for my eyes. I say- Sure. I had to go to the bathroom anyway. I go into the bathroom, and when I step out of the bathroom, she’s standing there with the medicine in hand.
I say- you ready to go?
She looks at me and cringes- You know what? I actually left my purse at your place. Do you think you could pay for it. I’ll pay you back.OK.
Ya, ya, ya- shoot me. I was a gentleman and way nicer than I should have been, but this is the truth as ugly as it is.
So we go home, she won’t shut up, and I actually have a headache now from all her talking. This has literally been hours, HOURS, and she has not slowed down, in fact, with the beer in her, she is louder than ever.
So I say- Let’s watch a movie- thinking this will shut her pie hole. I put a movie on, and there is silence for the first few minutes.
“Oh, this reminds me of that movie….!”
At this point, I didn’t want to bang her anymore. I just wanted some peace and quiet. She’s trying to get frisky on the couch. She was a good whore. I buy dinner, she spreads legs, but I didn’t want it anymore. I detested her and just wanted her to go.
I tell her, I don’t feel good, and I go do bed. She sleeps out on the couch.
I wake up in the morning. I kid you not. She is standing in my room, eating my food from my cabinets, not the food from the restaurant, and as soon as she sees my eyes open- she starts talking.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
So she goes- “So I was thinking we could get some breakfast somewhere.”
I’m thinking- Why, you’re eating all my food?
But I decide I need to exorcise this demon from my midst immediately.I jump out of bed, and she tries to flash me this sexy look, because I am just standing there in my boxers.
I excitedly say- Are you packed?
She says- No!
Well, you better get packed!
Oh, OK, then we can go out to breakfast and hit the mall and… blah!
She’s all excited thinking I’m taking her out to breakfast and the mall and then the movies, all this stuff she’s just making up in her fairy tale of a mind. She just keeps on talking and making all the plans for the day.
I get dressed.She’s like- Are you ready?
I say- let’s get your stuff in your car first.
So I help her move her two giant suitcases into her car. She’s all excited, thinking we’re going to spend the day out. She has all kinds of things she wants to do, and I just keep going- Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu…
Once we get her stuff into her car. I look at her and wave at her like I am shooing away a fly and I say- OK, you can go now.
She looks at me confused- What?!
You are going now, and no, do not come back here ever again.
But what about next week, and the movies, and…
I just wave to her, turn my back, and walk back to my place. I actually ate all those leftover over the next four days.
Can you believe, she actually tried to email me and ask if she could stay with me on my return trip? She apologized and said, she was just excited, and that things would be better this time.
I sent her an email saying- I am blocking your email and phone number. Do not ever contact me again.
That was my worst and last date, gents."It's a trap!" Admiral Ackbar.
Story time,
My worst date was my last date several years ago. I met this chick online on a dating website. She lived out of state, and she first hit me up. We sent a couple casual messages. I oftentimes had business travel in her city, so I told her, next time I’m out there we’d have to get lunch.
Well, I didn’t have to wait that long. She emails me about two weeks into our back and forth online whatever it is, and she says she’s driving through my state to visit family in another state. She asked if she could stay at my place, and then stay at it on the way back too, a week later.I’m like OK. This is all looking good. I’m in my mid-30s at the time, she was 26 and looked good. So she arrives as planned, and I see her in the flesh- Oh, how nice! She looks better than her pics. Awesome!
Everything is cool for like the first ten minutes or so, and then she hit a switch somewhere inside called the never-shut-up switch and she NEVER stopped talking.I’m thinking, at some point, she’ll slow down and ask a question. But NO, everything, EVERYTHING was about her and her opinion. She never shut up, never asked me my opinion about anything, and any time I tried to say something, she’d just run me right over and keep talking. So I’m thinking, like any red blooded man- She just likes me. Give it some time.
So, we go out to eat at a sports bar I frequent. She wanted chicken wings. Well, that’s what she initially said. The whole way over there, she’s just going on and on and on. Her mouth I don’t think stayed shut for a full minute during any stretch of time.
We go to this restaurant, which I had been to tons of times and always spent about $20 there for a meal. She orders beer, and several appetizers, and a big dinner that comes with salad all that. I was a bigger person than her, and I couldn’t eat all that food.
So she keeps on talking, the food keeps coming, talking with her mouth full of food, NO problem! She was like a cow, chewing and mooing at the same time. On and on she went, and the more she drank, the louder she became!
As we are sitting there at a table for four and there are more plates of food than can fit on the table, she just keeps on talking. I’m sitting there with my dozen chicken wings, and she starts eating my chicken wings! She had several appetizers (one with chicken wings) and her steak dinner, and she eating MY chicken wings. I’m asking myself- is this really happening?
At one point, she is so loud and obnoxious, people are looking over all the time. I am literally not saying a single word. I look up and I see this table of young college guys, and one of the guys flashes me a thumbs up- like- you’re getting laid tonight, buddy!
Anyway, so we literally have six boxes in two separate plastic bags of food she didn’t eat, and the bill is well over $100. Now, this is when I get mad.
When the bill comes, she doesn’t even offer to pay for half, quarter, nothing. She says- Oops, I left my purse in your car, I think. I’m always forgetful, blah, blah, blah….
So I pay for this meal, and now, I’m beyond thinking she’s recoverable. Now, I’m just flat-out angry. I’m stuck between wanting to bring her home and stuff her to shut her up, and bringing her home and kicking her out of my place.
So on the way home, she goes- Oh, can you stop at the store real quick. I have to pick up some medicine for my eyes. I say- Sure. I had to go to the bathroom anyway. I go into the bathroom, and when I step out of the bathroom, she’s standing there with the medicine in hand.
I say- you ready to go?
She looks at me and cringes- You know what? I actually left my purse at your place. Do you think you could pay for it. I’ll pay you back.OK.
Ya, ya, ya- shoot me. I was a gentleman and way nicer than I should have been, but this is the truth as ugly as it is.
So we go home, she won’t shut up, and I actually have a headache now from all her talking. This has literally been hours, HOURS, and she has not slowed down, in fact, with the beer in her, she is louder than ever.
So I say- Let’s watch a movie- thinking this will shut her pie hole. I put a movie on, and there is silence for the first few minutes.
“Oh, this reminds me of that movie….!”
At this point, I didn’t want to bang her anymore. I just wanted some peace and quiet. She’s trying to get frisky on the couch. She was a good whore. I buy dinner, she spreads legs, but I didn’t want it anymore. I detested her and just wanted her to go.
I tell her, I don’t feel good, and I go do bed. She sleeps out on the couch.
I wake up in the morning. I kid you not. She is standing in my room, eating my food from my cabinets, not the food from the restaurant, and as soon as she sees my eyes open- she starts talking.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
So she goes- “So I was thinking we could get some breakfast somewhere.”
I’m thinking- Why, you’re eating all my food?
But I decide I need to exorcise this demon from my midst immediately.I jump out of bed, and she tries to flash me this sexy look, because I am just standing there in my boxers.
I excitedly say- Are you packed?
She says- No!
Well, you better get packed!
Oh, OK, then we can go out to breakfast and hit the mall and… blah!
She’s all excited thinking I’m taking her out to breakfast and the mall and then the movies, all this stuff she’s just making up in her fairy tale of a mind. She just keeps on talking and making all the plans for the day.
I get dressed.She’s like- Are you ready?
I say- let’s get your stuff in your car first.
So I help her move her two giant suitcases into her car. She’s all excited, thinking we’re going to spend the day out. She has all kinds of things she wants to do, and I just keep going- Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu…
Once we get her stuff into her car. I look at her and wave at her like I am shooing away a fly and I say- OK, you can go now.
She looks at me confused- What?!
You are going now, and no, do not come back here ever again.
But what about next week, and the movies, and…
I just wave to her, turn my back, and walk back to my place. I actually ate all those leftover over the next four days.
Can you believe, she actually tried to email me and ask if she could stay with me on my return trip? She apologized and said, she was just excited, and that things would be better this time.
I sent her an email saying- I am blocking your email and phone number. Do not ever contact me again.
That was my worst and last date, gents.THIS is exactly why I never dated. I’ve heard similar stories from my friends of all the BS they had to go through just to get laid. NOT worth it. I’d rather just whack one out in 5 minutes with my hand than deal with all this s~~~. Not to mention the money wasted on the c~~~.
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