started bad, kept getting worse
When I was 17 I had a "friend" I had chatted with a bit online, but never met in person. She was in uni and a few years older than me, and generally not interested in seeing me in any sort of romantic capacity. However, she had a younger friend who she claimed was like a younger version of herself and whom she had to introduce me to. So I agreed to meet them at the mall, about an hour's drive away.

I get to the meeting place, and spot two rather large and generally nasty looking girls. This was to be the high point of the evening.

Their plan was to walk around the mall and buy some new clothes - not a fun time for me, and not good first blind date material, either. As I'm thinking of how to escape, the three of us are heading up an escalator when my "date" decides to start back down the other escalator, then turn around and try to run back up. Five seconds later, blood is gushing from her knee, and she and her friend are in the w c cleaning off the blood. I spend the next ten minutes on a bench, and finally the other girl comes out and tells me they'd called for an ambulance and I might as well leave.

It was the last time I saw either of them, thankfully. But I told the story to a friend the next morning, and by that afternoon most of the school heard that I had pushed a girl down an escalator to get out of a bad date.

edit: changed "college" to "uni" and "restroom" to "w c" so as to blend in with the brits
(joe stoner dot com, Mon 25 Oct 2004, 16:56, Reply)