My worst date turned into a nightmare, and he didn’t even turn up. We met on an online dating app about ten years ago in the States. We eventually agreed to meet-up, but he never showed.
Afterwards, I started to receive strange messages from him that persisted for a couple of months. He would threaten me and tell me where I had been that day. Real stalker kind of stuff. It was scary and upsetting. I don’t know how often he was following me, but he certainly made me feel like he was always watching. And some of the messages were pretty accurate.
When it felt like he just wasn’t going to stop I tracked his details through a website using his number (which is all I had). I’m not sure you can still get that information as easily these days, but at that point, it was relatively cheap and easy.
I managed to get contact details for his Grandmother and phoned her. I explained what had been happening and her reaction was something like, “oh no not again”. She was lovely and assured me she’d put a stop to it.
Next message from the guy was “I can’t believe you called my grandma?!”. Never heard from him again.
Thank you grandma!
I met a guy on Tinder who promised me a night to remember. Little did I know how true that would be… for all the wrong reasons. It all started well, with drinks in a cocktail bar that eventually took us back to my flat and my bedroom. After a reasonable session, we fell asleep. About two hours later, I felt a warm, wet sensation spreading across my back. Coming to, I darted out of bed and wrenched the now sodden sheets off my sleeping lover…he’d only gone and pissed the bed!
So there I stood, covered in piss, holding piss-stained sheets and staring at the man that put me in this situation. What was I going to do? Before I had a chance to decide, Mr Piss arose from the bed, felt down at himself and tore his pants off, as if shocked by their wet state. As the horror pants flew through the air, we both stood still, piss still dripping. SMACK! It hit my face with the force of a flipped wet towel.
And so there I stood, piss-stained pants wrapped around my face. Mr Piss is standing in front of me. “I think I’d better go now,” he muttered. I offered him back his pants. He declined. Then off he went, in all of his clothes apart from his pants, and there I remained. In my room with a pair of piss-stained pants and a piss-stained bed. A night to remember? I hope not!
I met a guy on Guardian Soul Mates that sounded interesting and had common interests, especially music taste. He was quick to offer me a ticket to an upcoming gig. Crystal Fighters were playing at Barfly in Camden. However, when I met him, he was much shorter than anticipated, and his photos must have been a decade old, so I decided to cut my loses.
Unfortunately, the bar was so crammed that it was impossible to make a quick exit. So, I decided to give myself a moment to think and headed to the lavatories. As I walked into the cubical, I noticed the window was open. I seized the opportunity, shut the toilet seat, and used the systems as a ladder to climb out the window.
Finally, my Lara Croft ambitions saved me from a potential ‘Womb Raided’ situation later that evening.
So this is by far my worst date story. I started chatting with a guy online…it was so long ago I can’t remember what I had thought about our chat leading up to our date. Or I’ve had so many first date/disappointments that I’ve stopped trying to remember!
I met up with this guy for a drink. The problem started when he kept buying the next drink before I had even finished the last, and set quite a fast drinking pace to the evening. Now, I can drink: I don’t want to stereotype myself but I am Irish…and I have worked in events for years. I can definitely hold my own. But after 4 or 5 pints of cider on an empty stomach after work, in rapid succession. I was fucked. I had to insist to this guy that we needed to call it a night. Again I can’t even remember how the date was going otherwise! I vaguely remember it was just ok. You know, fine to chat but we wouldn’t see each other again type. So we’re outside the bar trying to get a taxi, for which he said he would share and pay for my ride. All of a sudden I projectile vomited over a hedge and onto the side of the building. I seriously suspect I looked like the Exorcist… And then the guy stuck his tongue down my throat trying to kiss me!!! I mean what the fuck!!! There was no mistaking the fact that I was violently ill…makes me feel sick just to think of him trying to kiss my vomit mouth!
When we finally get into the taxi, he tries to come back to mine to “sleep on the couch”. I had to get firm that he was not coming back…and yet still paying for me 😉 the next day he messaged like the date had gone fantastically….delete.
I met a guy online while I was living abroad for a few years. I can only speak English, and as I was living in a non-English speaking country, my dating prospects were slimmer. Most people could speak English well. However, I found that not having the same first language could be quite a barrier, particularly for online dating. So I was pretty excited when I met this guy who seemed great and had lived for a time in my home country. It meant that not only could we communicate better but also that he understood a bit about my culture and my sense of humour. He was also super hot! I so wanted him to be a good egg. I prayed to any kind of positive force out there to please let him be normal for once in my online dating history!
If I hadn’t been so keen on it working out with him, I would have reacted sooner to some warning signs. First was the fact he didn’t really drink. Nothing against non-drinkers but I enjoy my social drinking, and it can be a bit off-putting when I start to feel self-conscious about the fact I’m on drink number three and feeling a little tipsy.
When we got to the stage that I was meeting his friends. I realised that his ‘friends’ were all his rather large sibling group. I found this out when he took me to a ‘party’, which was in fact, a non-drinking book club involving his many brothers and sisters; this was a vast leap from how I would typically spend my nights out. I then find out that he was recently separated from his wife and has three children. Apparently, he and his wife were deeply religious, and they separated when she became more devout than he. I think I was the product of him having some kind of life/ spiritual crisis.
I was still trying to convince myself that it/he could work and was telling some friends all about it one evening over a few wines. When, as all kind friends do, they laughed and said he sounded like he was in a cult.
He and I did not make it far past this conversation. I wised up to reality…and he decided his crisis was over and returned to his wife.
I wouldn’t usually write someone else’s worst date story (at least without permission) however it was about 15 years ago, so I have decided that it’s ok 🙂
I was in a bar with friends, and there were a man and woman next to us that were obviously on a date. It must have been going well because we had all been sitting in the same place for a couple of hours when I went to the toilet. As I came out of the toilet someone else walked into my cubicle and the lady who was on the date was left waiting. It was just us two by the sinks. We caught eyes at one point and she smiled an uncomfortable smile and was starting to shift weight from side to side while keeping her legs close together. I looked away, and after another few seconds I heard a sound and looked at her again; down the side of her jeans were several little holes (on purpose, it was the design of the jeans) and out of them her urine was streaming out.
It was a bit dark in the bar so when she joined her date again you couldn’t see her jeans were wet. I remember wondering at the time how she was going to play it because they continued the date for a wee while longer. However after a while they left, both looking sheepish. I wonder if she came back thinking she’d just continue for awhile and hope he didn’t notice. Then the cold, clammy reality of the situation began wafting up, and she had to confess.
I remember discussing it with a group of friends on a different evening concerning what others would have done. I thought that I would have got demanding or at least vocal, about someone getting out of the toilet quick smart before I pissed myself. I even considered whether I would have pulled my pants down and gone on the floor or sink …anything to avoid pissing my pants! However, I soon learnt from this discussion that’s it’s more common than I thought! Some friends also admitted leaving it too late on occasion to get to the loo in time…