Friday, September 29, 2006

Time to Play: Worst Dates

This past weekend Capt and I had a great date night we went here and here. We had a cute conversation about our dating lives before we found each other and shared some interesting stories.

Although I didn’t go on as many dates as Capt did, some of the few that I went on were strange.

The first date was with a man my daughter fixed me up with from an internet dating site. I met him at a local restaurant. One of the first things he asked me was for pictures of my children....I didn’t have any. I explained why I didn’t and he starting getting angry at me....”how could you not have pictures of your children in your wallet?” I explained that they were older and they don’t get their picture taken every year like younger children do. During dinner he told me wild stories about meeting women the first time and having them leave to go to the ladies room and not coming back. Hmmmmm, RED FLAG!!!! When I pushed my plate away, after only eating half of my dinner, he looked at me with fiery eyes and said, “You’re not going to finish that?” “Ummm, no I’ll take the rest home and eat it for lunch tomorrow.”, I said. “Did you eat before you came here?”, he said through clenched teeth. Yeah, I understand why those women left through the bathroom windows....NEXT!

Then there was this nice man, my age, lived in my town....we talked for hours on the phone about interesting stuff. I couldn’t wait to meet him. We met at a diner on a Sunday after we went to our respective churches. He was dressed kinda weird. A stripped zoot suit, purple tie and bright pink shirt. “Okay”, I thought, “Maybe it was a special church service, like ‘flamboyant Sunday’ or something like that.” After lunch we walked to his car....a Red PT Cruiser with flames on the front panels. I’m a plain-jane type gal myself, not into flamboyancy...I don’t like a lot of attention. Yet, I gave him one more chance. We met for lunch a week later during the work week. He came dressed with a bright yellow shirt, red tie and a similar zoot suit....everyone was turning their heads to see him and then shaking their heads as if to say, “wwwwwaaaaaacko”. We ate lunch and I asked him why he divorced his wife. He told me that his wife was sick for a long time and he couldn’t take it anymore. NEXT!

Then there was the firefighter who I dated for 10 months and found out that he was still searching for other dates while dating me.

But then I met Capt. And the madness ended.

I know that a lot of my readers married their childhood sweethearts and/or have been married for a long time *jealous eyeroll*. But I'd love to hear some of your stories on dates that went very wrong.

5 comments:

Morning Glory said...

Those are great stories. That zoot suit guy - hmmmmm.

I wish I had some great bad date stories to tell. I didn't date a lot, so I missed all the story fun. There was this one guy in college, though, who just kept pursuing me and I couldn't get him to go away. He had horrible breath. Finally, he found another girlfriend.

Looney Mom said...

I'm not sure this is the place to talk about my past "dating" experiences - if you can call them that, but glad you're not still going through that.

Thanks again, Capt!!!

Monica said...

Man, I wish I had a story for you. I'm so boring! I couldn't grasp a pencil if I counted all the men I officially dated on one hand. OK, wait. I just tried, and I COULD grasp it, but don't ask me to stick my pinkie out while drinking tea! (Hate tea.)

Anyway, I was a late bloomer. All my life before that the interest was never mutual - they chased me and I said no or I wanted them and they just politely smiled. But of the ones I did, one had 2 BRATTY kids and an uncertain future (as far as I was concerned), another was an awesome friend but we had differences I couldn't get past, and then there was the one I married.

He was worth the wait.

Lala's world said...

I went out on a few dates where when the guys dropped me off and saw my sister....that's all they could talk about after!! yeah nice..so I moved on quickly!!

once I had a really nice date with J who I married, I was 16 at the time and we went to Stanley Park in Vancouver... it was great until a bird pooped on me all down my bare leg (I was wearing shorts) and was mortified .... you know at 16 that is pretty much the end of the world!!

MugwumpMom said...

Great date stories. The weirdest date I was on was with a guy who kept hissing his breath through his teeth...by the end of the night I was going bonkers.

Didn't date much at all. Aren't you glad you have Capt!!