Worst Ever Date!!!!!

It's a long time since I dated, I've been married with kids for ages to my husband, who I started going out with when I was 17.
But my friend and I were reminiscing about our teenage years, and dicussing some of the awful dates we had....

My worst ever was when I was 15...I started a Saturday job in the centre of Glasgow in a huge shop. I was asked out by this boy, and we went to the cinema a few times, then he asked me to come to his house for dinner on Sunday afternoon. He lived in a large housing estate in the north of Glasgow called Milton...I was a simple country girl and had never been to this area, and it was a bit of an adventure for me to go there.
Anyway, I met his mother, father, brother(age 13) married sister (age 19) and her husband (also 19)
We chatted in the living room for a while, and then the mother took a cigarette, and passed them around everyone...including the 13 year old!!! She offered one to me, and although my only experience of smoking was a few illicit puffs at school when no teachers were looking, I thought I would look cool and take one...instead of looking cool, I just about choked to death, but I persevered anyway. After a few minutes I asked if there was an ashtray, and she said "Oh, just flick the ash on the floor, that's what we do...I hoover it up later!" and sure enough, everyone was dropping the cigarette ash onto the carpet!!
Then we had dinner..first, home made soup which was so salty I could hardly eat it, I have honestly never had anything so salty in my life. That was followed by the Scottish favourite steak pie and potatoes, but the steak pie was full of horrible rubbery lumps, which I surreptitiously had to spit out and secretly drop onto the floor, where they were woolfed down by their German shepherd dog who had stationed himself under the table during the meal.
I thought I would be helful, and took the plates into the kitchen. I offered to help wash the dishes, but to my horror, Mum put the plates down on the floor and said " I'll just let the dog lick the gravy off the plates before we wash them!"
My date then took me to his room to listen to some music. He was really good at art...but one wall of his room was covered in pictures he had drawn of his previous girlfriend, some nude, who was still working in the shop with me, and he did nothing but talk about her!
Soon I said I had to leave or I would miss the bus home...I was travel sick on the way home, probably due to the dodgy meal.
Needless to say, I didn't go out with him again!

Anyone else had some awful dates?

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10 replies since 26th April 2010 • Last reply 26th April 2010

Wow...Could anybody really top that? Bless your heart. ;)

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nothing that bad

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Nora that was great- wondered why you had posted it.
So I'll share my teen story with you.
My best friend Karen went to Poly and I went to nursing school.There were 2 girls on Karen's course and 78 guys.
Well as you can imagine to get away from the strains of working in the only Children's Hospital in London as a 18 yrs old I gained frequent train miles to her Poly.
One weekend we had the traditional fresher parties and events among the rather steep welsh valleys.I had been enjoying the Ale and left the Students Union only to gracefully miss my footing and be lowered to the ground by this taller lanky guy.
Next night we had the typically party to many new people but i remember there being two Steve's.
In those days we had no internet let alone email so Karen and I used to write to each other about once a week.In her next letter Karen said Steve had asked for my address and hoped that it was OK to give it to him.
Steve to me was a tall dark haired guy from Thanet.The letters arrived beautifully written in tiny writing.For about 6 weeks we exchanged the goings on of the group and finally I came time for me to go back to Poly.So I arranged to be met at Cardiff Station and go on the slow line to Ponty.
For the 3 hr train ride I imagined those dark eyes and Thanet man.I pull into Cardiff station and to my disappointment the tall lanky Catcher is standing on the platform.Blue eyes,underweight and this interesting Black Country accent i.e had know idea what he was on about all the way to Ponty.
I was kinda disappointed but figured he was the guy that wrote the words even if it was the wrong face and accent.I gave him a chance and we'll have been together on and off since-actually we'll have been married 19 yrs this September.Those letters came via the Panama Canal and are now with us in Bellevue looking at Seattle in the rain.
So watch out for catchers not dishes and make sure to check surnames or descriptions at least !

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That's so sweet, Debs!!! I love that story, you should write it in a book, it's so adorable! I love unique stories like that, and especially couples that ended up together unexpectedly. My personal belief is that when you find yourself giddy over a dishy guy/girl, it's because of the superficial, just the way they look. But, as my friend once put it, often the hunky guys end up having the personality of a dinner plate. I've always had a thing for guys who are more 'interesting' looking. (for example: Peter Wingfield(big nose), Liam Neeson(very tall, lanky, and big-nosed), Jack Black, Seth Rogen, etc.)
I never dated much, just had a couple of little boyfriendy relationships, that were more friend than date. Oddly, my now ex-husband was a terrible date, and said and did a lot of cheesy things he got off movies and tv, to try to impress me...but I had dated so little, and was so shy and afraid of rejection, I thought he was my only option. So....I married him. Happily, that nightmare is long over, and I'm about to marry the guy I should have been with all along, my best friend since we were 13. He's more of a Jack Black/Seth Rogen type. And he's wonderful, and VERY romantic.

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Nora.....thanks for sharing your tale of woe. It made me smile and think back to my teens.

I was in a bikers club and the guys where mates so there was a 'no date rule' with any of them as they were more like brothers. I lived in a very rural area so my bike was my friend........sometimes! It had broken down several times. I'd fixed my ignition by eating a chocolate bar and stuffing the foil around the wires to make a connection......yep, chocolate use to come in foil for you younger folks. I'd held my foot sideways against my gear lever all the way home till I could weld it back on. Being a biker chick you become pretty adaptable when the nearest garage is 15 miles away.

On the fateful day I rode out into the countryside admiring the scenery, open road, wind in my face as well as flies! My bike came to a halt.........I'd had problems with fuel starvation, it had been spluttering a bit. So I took my petrol tank lid off.......enough fuel, then I bent down to check the filter just under the tank and looked up to see a bronzed god who had just got off a black Honda Goldwing staring down at me. He said 'do you want a hand there mate?' in a deep voice. So.....he thought I was a bloke......LOL This was because I had a full face helmet which made my voice deeper and was wearing full leathers.

I told him what I though was wrong whilst I had the filter in my hand full of paint that had chipped off the petrol tank rim..........it was a no brainer, but he insisted on trying to be helpful and I thought, yeah play along. He tried to undo my carberetta chamber (no that's not a euphanism, it's a part Happy) and I just shouted 'NO DON'T UNBALANCE MY FLOATS!' I needed something to use as a temporary filter. Ever the resourceful person I am I took my penknife out of my pocket, lifted the top of my tights above my waistband and cut off a piece. His face was a picture, wish we had mobiles then. 'You're a Missus!!!!!!' he said. Anyway he invited me for a drink at the local............10 miles away and I thought there ain't much talent round here so why not.......sounds perfect eh? He bored me silly talking about crop rotation and his dad's combine harvester for 2 hours and he didn't have any cash so I bought the drinks. I made an excuse about going to the loo, grabbed my helmet and scarpered. My bike was faster than his.........LOL

Looks are really skin deep!

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Shelia- You biker chick you -great tale .

Sparrowfae- If I did publish I'd have to put in the 20 yrs reunion details and may end careers.Lets just say i definitely made the right choice ;0) Hope the wedding is fun and brings you happiness

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Debs....what a lovely story, and with a happy ending!
Sparrow...so glad you've finally found happiness, and wish you a future full of love and peace
Sheila...lol! who would be a teenager again!?! I understand all the jargon, my brother's a biker and used to fill the house with sprockets etc...

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Nora......lol.
Yeah, sprockets....that got me into bother. My brother borrowed my bike and snatched at the gears. The sprocket came loose and the chain came off when I was riding it. After sitting with a leg either side of the back wheel to move it back to tighten it till I could remove a link my parents grounded me for being late saying that I was a girl so didn't know how to fix it and that I had rubbed my hands on the chain as part of an excuse!

My perfume of the day was swarfega or petrol. It was so bad I wore lace gloves with my jewellery over the top. I unwittingly started a new craze in my village and all because I couldn't get oil out of my finger nails! It was a fun time with no worries about mortgages, life insurance, kids and the humdrum things of life. Glad I had those times to look back on. Thanks for taking me down memory lane Happy

Edit......we now have a 1450cc Dyna Low Rider Harley Davison

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My worst ever date was my first and last because I've only been on one when I was 17 and we've been together ever since! I'm now 22! Basically it involved going to the cinema which we had to walk to and were too nervous to have normal conversations! To make it worse he grabbed my hand and it was sweaty but then we saw his sister coming towards us as she happened to be walking along the same street (sods law!) he dropped my hand like it was a hot potato! HAHA.

Then the film of choice was STAR WARS REVENGE OF THE SITH. Which I now love, but at the time hated and couldn't stop yawning through! After a nervous cinema date where he couldn't work out whether or not to put his arm round me or not (I could see him in the corner of my eye considering it!) his Mum picked us up to take us back to his for a cup of Tea. His sister who we'd seen earlier and his Mum were in hysterics! Not because of us but just genuine hysterical fits and a case of bad timing when I walked in. At the time I was a lot wierded out!

His Mum made me a cup of tea without asking me if I wanted one and I'm allergic to milk and being a shy 17 year old I was too shy to say anything so I waited for it to cool down and put it in a nearby palm in a pot..... which probably died!

Then I started to pet his dog Tess and I was doing silly voices and cooing over her and then his Dad walked in and said 'why are you talking to the dog? She's deaf she won't even hear you!'

I dunno it was all a calamity of events. But I stuck with him we went on ZERO more dates and got to know each other in a relaxed going over each others houses, chatting at school sort of way and 5 years next week we're still going strong. AND WE BOTH ADORE STAR WARS!

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Minnie.....lovely story.....the force was definately with you both Happy

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