50 First and Last Dates from Hell!
Never internet date, and never date anyone from work. I've had to learn the hard way. 42 year old, fat, nerdy, awkward married men will tell you they're hot, young, athletically fit single studs. And guys from work will stab you in the back later.

I've also had my share of losers, first dates that never turned into second ones. There's the bonehead Sven from Germany who was 6'4" and built like a toothpick and had the personality of one. Then there was the fatass middle aged loser who lied to me about basically everything. I get trapped into going out to dinner with fatass, then we go to a bar where good ol' Sven is sitting two people down from us. I chat up a nice English guy and Sven stomps over and says, "You never called!" I say, "that's because your'e a LOSER!" Sven scowls at me and skulks out, the door hitting his flat ass on the way before I could issue the cliched warning. Pudgy married guy(who I didn't know was married till some other girl told me weeks later) patiently waits for me to finish my conversation so I can go to another nightclub and try to get some of the HOT, YOUNG CUTE guys, unbeknownst to him.

Last but not least, there was the 200 lb plus tobacco chewing bully with bipolar disorder. He only lasted one date too. He thought it was sexy to slobber his spit and tobacco juice all over my privates and RUB it in! It took a week to clear up the infection, from both his hellspawn spit and his presence.

Gah, where have all the GOOD ones gone? I'd be happy just to have a mentally stable one.
(moonfire38, Tue 26 Oct 2004, 17:42, Reply)