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Post by texasgal on Sept 13, 2004 21:58:28 GMT -5
Credit goes to Tequilaroses for inspiring me to start this Date Disaster thread. I'll begin: My worst date disaster occurred when I was dating a guy in England. We began as penpals. I got a wild hair up my you-know-what and decided to go to England and surprise him. I got on a plane and tracked down his address and met him. Fortunately, we hit it off really well. I came to England armed with a Brit Rail pass and spent 6 weeks touring England. But I always found an excuse to come back to Terry's town every few days and spend more time with him. One night he drove me to a secluded place near a pub on the Thames River. I had just returned from another train trip and had been living on vending machine food for a few days. I later figured that I must have eaten some bad mayonnaise on a sandwich. As we began to engage in the things one does in a parked car at night, I felt myself become violently ill. I had almost no warning. I had to push Terry out of the way as I threw open the door. The contents of my stomach came roaring up like an 18-wheeled Peterbilt. Imagine my mortification. The really sweet thing though is that Terry asked me out again. The other incident took place a few years later in a restaurant with another date. When my date & I left, I rose from the table but my purse straps were tangled so that I lifted my purse upside down. Unfortunately, the purse was open. All its contents spilled out onto the floor for the other restaurant patrons to view. Those contents included a couple of tampons that went rolling on the floor. I had to chase after them. At least none of my date disasters included the added humiliation of wardrobe malfunctions. But it's no wonder I never get a date.
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Post by tequilaroses on Sept 15, 2004 18:21:34 GMT -5
Texas - this is a great thread!!!
Unfortunately, it would be highly inappropriate for me to post my worst date disaster. Trust me though - it was bad! I broke-up with him a couple of months later (although that wasn't really the reason - it still sticks out in my mind - 3-1/2 years later!)
All I'll say is that it involved a nearly 0 degree night in March (don't forget - this is Western NY, so it's cold that time of year), and I ended-up sick with a cold because of it!
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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Post by Remi on Sept 18, 2004 9:46:38 GMT -5
All I'll say is that it involved a nearly 0 degree night in March (don't forget - this is Western NY, so it's cold that time of year), and I ended-up sick with a cold because of it! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Was you makin' naked snowangels? ;D
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Post by texasgal on Sept 18, 2004 12:15:23 GMT -5
Remi, Or, possibly, winter skinny-dipping as in a Polar Bear club. I used to skinny-dip with my ex on Lake Michigan. But only in the summer! We always went to the same fairly well-deserted beach. One time after another naked dip in broad daylight, we had moved up into the sand dunes where we got physical & cozy. The beach that day was more populated, and a small airplane flew over. They were low enough to see everything. We hoped our naked bods blended in with the color of the sand, but that's too good to hope for. At least it was summertime; we got no illness out of it although my ex got chigger bites on his back. My swimsuit floated away in the water, and it was never seen again. Fortunately I had a big towel on the beach. I really liked that suit too, what a shame. I've often wondered if that swimsuit landed onshore somewhere and somebody found it. To this day, whatever happened to that suit's owner remains a mystery.
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Post by Remi on Sept 18, 2004 15:05:49 GMT -5
That's so romantic Tex! That was me in the plane ...cute butt BTW! ;D Skinny-dipping...that's one thing I haven't done. Hmmmm..."Hey Hubby!"
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Post by tequilaroses on Sept 19, 2004 11:20:10 GMT -5
I should think not! I will only go this far in saying that we were in a car in an apartment complex parking lot (neither mine nor his), at night, and the car was not running (his idea - to avoid being noticed). Now, for those of you unfamiliar with Buffalo weather and temps, I'll say the following... Buffalo (and surrounding areas) + a cold March night (cold enough for frost to be on the windows) + barely clothed in a car = freakin freeze your ass off (amongst other things). Plus, in that situation - non-stop teeth chattering is most definitely NOT a good thing!!!! It's not even remotely pleasant!!!!!!!!!! Texas - I loved your story. Too funny!!!!!
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Post by hurltomato on Sept 19, 2004 11:44:56 GMT -5
I think TeaRosa is a shoo-in for winning the "Golden Globes" award for this catagory, just because her story is so damn funny ;D However, I will tack a tale on to this thread, because it's a great idea T-gal...
I was asked out by a guy named Ike in college. Nice guy, but the name was oddly fitting because he was almost illiterate. How Ike passed his college entrance exams was beyond me. I met him when he hired me to type his English papers- I did this to earn additional spending money. His grammar and spelling were atrocious and I couldn't type it without revising and bumping his grade from a D to a C-. He played college football, so I suppose that explains everything.
Ike asked me out for date and I went to a movie with him. We went out to one of the college bars afterward for a drink. Listening to music, we were having a relaxed, fun time when this geek came up to our table and said to Ike, "Hey Joe-" and then gestured toward the door with a nod of his head.
"You must have me mistaken for someone else fella." Ike looked puzzled.
"Hey Joe-" The gesture repeated.
"My name's not Joe buddy, it's Ike." Ike gave a strained laugh and began talking to me again to cover the awkward moment.
"Hey Ike-" The guy gestured toward the door again and then winked at my date...
It's bad enough to battle women for the attention of men, but THIS DOOFUS WAS TRYING TO HIT ON MY DATE!! Ike was red in the face, flustered and ready to launch over the table to smack the guy. I was incensed that the little germ tried to pick up my date while I was sitting there with him. I felt as insignificant as a dust mote and this date was all but embalmed and ready for burial. Ike took me home immediately and his terse goodnight at the door was the ultimate Zoolander Eugoogoly...
All these years later, I laugh and I wonder- Did Ike really did know the guy?? ;D HurlT
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Post by tequilaroses on Sept 20, 2004 19:50:51 GMT -5
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Post by Margot on Jan 30, 2005 11:17:09 GMT -5
I once somehow got talked into going on a blind date with a guy named Gary. I didn't want to do it, but Gary's friend Ed wouldn't leave me be until I agreed to the date. Ed assured me that Gary would pay for everything.
We were going to a movie. While we were in line, a fried of mine, Tim, was leaving the theater. He rushed over to me and said, "I owe you some money and I've got cash right now, so let me repay you before I forget." He handed me some money and left.
I turned around just in time to hear Gary say, "One ticket, please." I guess he decided I was paying. So I did. But I was really mad and unpleasant to be around for the rest of the evening.
Years later and 600 miles away, I became friends with a woman named Tammy. She asked me if I knew her brother, since he and I had both gone to college in Nebraska. I didn't know Tammy's brother, but it turned out that Gary was Tammy's cousin.
I told her the story of the blind date. She saw Gary a few weeks later at a family reunion and teased him about being a cheapskate. It turns out, he's really embarrassed by how he behaved. Good!
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