I've had my dating horror story during my final year at university.
Basically there was this guy I knew by sight, younger than me, whom I
had met in a lecture. I didn't know him well at all, just by sight, but he
was very handsome and I immediately found myself attracted to him. When I
finally picked up the courage to call him and ask him out for a
'drink', I was very happy when he agreed to do so. I dressed up and tried to look
as pretty as possible when I prepared for the date. I met him, we made the
kind of small talk people do when they don't know each other very well, and
after a while he mentioned a variety of things that made it clear he was not
the least interested in having romance with me. In fact, these things not
only indicated indifference, but actual cruelty and sarcasm! It was so
humiliating! He told me how he had taken a girl to his house recently,
how his mother had been there and so they had decided to go to the girl's
place instead; how he was about to move with a girl he fancied and that he
was really looking forward to it; how's he'd had 18 girlfriends but not
wanted to keep any of them because he is allergic to commitment; how he had
shagged a girl only on the night before; how a girl had wanted to be engaged
with him and he had immediately run away, etc. etc. In this context he also
told me that he was not interested in 'picking me up', that we were only
going out as friends, and that he would (obviously!) act totally different
towards me if he was interested in seducing me. I couldn't wait for the evening
to end! I finally took a taxi home and, for the sake of formality, he
kissed me on both cheeks to say goodbye. My body stiffened when he did that, but
I didn't resist. I didn't want to show him how disgusted and disappointed
I was; making my initial hopes that obvious would have increased my
humiliation by a tenfold! One thing is sure: that was the first and
last time we met up, and if I can help it, I never want to see him again.
Submitted by cv3
The worse date I've ever been on was with a guy I used to go to church with. I wasn't interested in him
but I was too nice to tell him I didn't want to go out with him, so one Saturday I agreed to go out with him to
the movies. After the movies he stopped at the drive-thru at a KFC to buy himself a bucket of chicken. When he picked up his order at the window he
drove around to the parking lot and parked saying he had to count his chicken before he left the premises because the last time he bought a ten piece from a KFC they
gave him nine pieces instead of ten. He said if he didn't have 10 pieces in the bucket he was going to go ballistic; and as luck would have it, there were only 8 pieces in the bucket. He made me go inside the resturant with him where he proceeded to make a huge ugly scene about the fact that he was two pieces of chicken short of the 10 pieces he ordered.
He was spewing curses of all varieties and shouting so loudly they had to call the cops. When the cops came, instead of calming down he threatened to blow the whole f*****g place up if he didn't get his missing pieces of chicken.
Needless to say he was arrested. I had to take a cab home. I moved out of the town soon after for sheer humiliation.
Janine from Ohio
My dating horror story happened 10 years ago and I still haven't lived down the shame, even though I am married to the guy it happened with.
It was our first date. He invited me to his home for dinner. I was one of those girls who starved to stay thin;
and I hadn't eaten in three days. Usually when I went that many days without eating, I ate like a pig when I finally got around to eating.
I ate so much of the chicken parmesian and manicotti he prepared that I got severe stomach cramps. I had to run to the bathroom. Being borderline anorexic, I was always
passing out, especially when I got stomach cramps. I was sitting on the toilet, my bowels in distress, when I passed out. My date heard the thud and came running into the bathroom to find me
on the floor, my pants and panties at my feet. He had to revive me and then shame of shames he had to clean my behind, flush my waste down the toilet, pull up my pants and panties and take
me to his bed to lie down. I'm still in a quandary as to how he could possibly have fallen in love with me that day like he keeps insisting.
Anonymous
I went on a date with a woman who I liked a lot. We were having a great time. After dinner we took a stroll down to the south street seaport. We were getting along so fantastically that
I pulled her into my lap to sit while we were talking, relishing the feeling of falling in love. I was all decked out in white summer slacks, looking mighting sophisticated until it was time to go and she stood and I saw that her khaki skirt was stained with blood.
That was bad enough but before I could react to it I became aware that my pants too were stained with blood where she'd been sitting.
Call me shallow but I just couldn't get past that. It spoiled the budding romance for me. John from Brooklyn
My dating horror story is a real horror story. It's about being raped on a date. I won't go into all the details but I will say to ladies to please be very careful in your dating pratices. When going out on a date with someone you don't know very well
it is probably safer to meet in a public place and to arrange your own transportation to and from the date. I was very trusting and for being trusting I was raped; and for those of you with rape fantasies, being raped is a horrible experience. it's not
pleasant in the very least. It's brutal and horrific, so be careful what you fantasize about.
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