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Worst first date ever?
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(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 10:52, 189 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
it was one of those "ring to get out of the date" calls, so I spoke to her friend and got her to pick her up. Ended up having a spliff with her mate while she was asleep in the back of the car.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 10:55, Reply)
I would prob really enjoy that. Bonus stranger spliff, it's always nice meeting a kindred spirit.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 10:59, Reply)
invited his new girlfriend to meet us in the house. She drank so much we all had to carry her downstairs to his room. We banged her head/arms on stuff way too often to be polite
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:23, Reply)
I've got a fairly good one for a first date.
I got together with a friend years ago and she invited me to a party. "Where?" says I. "Loch Lomond, tomorrow". "oh, OK!"
We jumped in the car and drove up there (4 hours from NE England) and arrived at a pub on the shore where a load of her friends were (she is Scottish) and after a few (many) beers, a boat turned up to take us over to an island right in the middle!
On arrival at the island (about 50 metres by 20), disco biscuits were handed out and bins full of beers were pointed out. A full DJ deck was setup and an all night party was had!
Next morning, boat turned up to take us back to shore. Kip in the car, then drive back home - excellent!
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 10:58, Reply)
Because they have now have a blanket ban on any camping, anywhere, in the Loch Lomond national park. All down to idiots having full on raves and parties and then leaving piles of shit, rubbish, single whites socks and packets of unopened super noodles all over the shot.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:39, Reply)
the next morning. It was all arranged by the local fishermen
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:43, Reply)
I drove over to hers, all anxious and nervous, a million worries in my head. Should I hold her hand, or would that be too forward? Will she want to go for a full night out, finishing on the dancefloor (this thought scared me, I hate dancing!)? Is my hair alright?
I'd spent ages on getting ready too, and I know it sounds a bit gay, but I tried on a whole bunch of clothes before settling on what I was wearing, but my paranoia still meant I wasn't sure if I'd made a good choice.
Then I saw her, and she smiled so perfectly I just melted inside. The whole night I kept sneaking looks at her, thinking how she's just so much better than me, that she's so far out of my league. I wanted to take her somewhere quieter, so I could selfishly be the only one in her presence.
She was absolutely perfect, I couldn't and didn't want to think of her being flawed in any way possible. I was going crazy thinking of our first kiss, but knew that I probably wouldn't get one that night.
I just wanted that night to last forever. Forever and ever, let's make this last forever.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 10:59, Reply)
but I couldn't think of a retort that wasn't just a smug "I get this joke"
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:13, Reply)
like "you look nice today".
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:22, Reply)
But thanks for inferring you like my joke.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:24, Reply)
just goes to show how gay I think Labs is capable of acting
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:13, Reply)
then the last line stirred my memory. I recognised the last line, and ntohing else.
...well done?
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:17, Reply)
I had that song loop in my head, and a big grin on my face.
Blink 182 make me happy!
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:19, Reply)
I'm not entirely amused. Though he does have The Suburbs (new Arcade Fire album) on repeat, which I totally dig more.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:21, Reply)
I am alternating between that and LCD soundsystem. So much good music at the moment am spoilt for choice.
is it spoilt or spoiled?
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:24, Reply)
But Sprawl II is OH MY GOD AMAZING. I fucking love Regine.
Tickets for their tour go on sale tomorrow :D
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:27, Reply)
what country? I may be interested
edit - i am interested if in UK
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:29, Reply)
I don't just like heavy music, I like interesting music, and there are far too many bands around that all sound basically the same.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 12:09, Reply)
so you would say food had been spoiled, but its current state is spoilt. Like spilled and spilt, the milk has been spilled, it is now spilt.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:30, Reply)
and undid my hair from its bun, whilst sitting on the corner of the desk.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 12:34, Reply)
but she didn't get the message for ages so I got really drunk instead. When she eventually did ring, I was so drunk that the bloke I was with picked it up! It was so embarrassing. Then he tried to hit on my mate when she came to collect me, it was awful.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 10:59, Reply)
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:01, Reply)
It's actually quite scary.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:03, Reply)
Don't take it too badly.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:05, Reply)
I want to push you in the mud and put spiders down your top.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:13, Reply)
in has garage. Fuck that, I do not want scary spiders here.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:25, Reply)
I'm in constant fear of them. On Sunday I got out of the shower and reached for my towel, only to see a fuck-off huge huntsman on it. I screamed. :(
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:39, Reply)
I would have a heart attack. When my friends were camping in Oz there were three of them in a tent and mike opened it in the morning to be greeted by a huge huntsman just dangling in his face. There are photos on his fb page. Big nasty horrible fucking things.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:44, Reply)
my life is one long slapstick comedy show.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:48, Reply)
Probably most spectacular was the one with my best boyfriend to date - I went over to his house in the middle of the country, with lots of greenery and trees, it was lovely. He asked me out with gun in hand, then we shared our first kiss in front of an open fire.
Worst first date? I've no idea what have been dates or not.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:00, Reply)
get an empty bottle, fill half with petrol, splash some around the bottle, light the outside, and SHOOT.
Boom. I loved that boy.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:07, Reply)
we were introduced, we went on a couple of "meet up thingies" before he invited me over and out, as it were.
Christ, this is getting on for about 5 years ago :(
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:14, Reply)
and in the outdoor pool me and my little sister spotted a little brown blob at the bottom of the deep end. We assumed that it was probably poop, and both of us tried in vain to swim to the deepest part of the pool to get a closer look, because we wouldn't want to be swimming in a pool with muck in it.
We were both too small to reach though, and eventually an arab man came over to help us; he dived in, went straight to the bottom of the pool, picked up the brown thing, looked at it, dropped it and came back to the surface.
Turns out it was a date, but I don't know why he left it at the bottom of the pool.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:01, Reply)
Worst date - 31st of December, as I hate the false cameraderie that folk have.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:04, Reply)
went to meet a girl from the uni surf club at a pub for a few drinks. I got unbelievably stoned beforehand (seemed like a good idea at the time) and when I met her at the pub she'd randomly bumped into an old school friend and decided to bring her along so they could catch up.
The school friend was a fairly enthusiastic lesbian (her partner was called Fire, she seemed to very much enjoy telling me, repeatedly) and was also incredibly hot.
In a stoned stupor I sipped a pint while listening and watching the two girls having a conversation and daydreaming about them suggesting a threesome. Unfortunately that didn't happen and we all went our separate ways after an hour or so.
Never saw the girl again, which is a shame as she had possibly the nicest smile I've ever seen and was otherwise pretty hot and a good laugh.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:05, Reply)
but I don't think so. Partly because "Fire" wasn't in the city at the time
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:19, Reply)
You're ruining a perfectly good fantasy.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:19, Reply)
because it detracts from my fantasy of having a threesome with them
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:23, Reply)
And you've just made my fantasy naughtier, by not allowing me to have it.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:25, Reply)
you were told by them to go and wait in the bathroom of the hotel room. So you sat there alone on the toilet for about two hours and when they were finished they left without telling you.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:26, Reply)
Best first date: posh hotel room, Chinese takeaway, Jurassic Park on TV.
Worst first date: I didn't know about it. Supposed to go to the theatre with a bunch of people who all dropped out so it was only me and another guy. At the end of the night he made a move on me and asked if I wanted to do it again sometime. I had no idea we were on a date.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:07, Reply)
In my memory it's all hawt sex and dinosaurs and I leave out the bit where we got stuck at the magic roundabout in Hemel Hempstead and the bit where he had to spend about 3 hours deciding what to eat as he doesn't like spicy food, creamy food or tomatoes, and shellfish gives him slow anaphylactic shock.
Oh shit that was actually our second date - our first date was a hotel room furnished by Kaol and a bottle of Smirnoff and 2 litres of Dr Pepper and a bumper pack of party rings.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:39, Reply)
I love times like that.
We were supposed to be meeting people at the pub once, but instead we watched a Beavis & Butthead box set, had cake and fine wine, and had a duvet on the sofa.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:47, Reply)
fucking bargain!!
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:56, Reply)
Edit, my fave episode is 'Incognito' and I don't think it's on any DVDs. Can you check please?
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:56, Reply)
Worst first: I realised that I'd had beer goggles on when I'd given him my number.
He was an acquaintance of an acquaintance and we'd all had a nice chat in the pub and I'd given him my number. We went on a 'date', he had a well broken nose - definitely from fighting - and a 'Shameless' accent. He went on all night about massive drugs, his criminal family members and how much he wanted to 'come home with me'. So I took him to our local rock club, danced all over the place, and fled very quickly from the taxi like Pepe le Pew's cat friend.
Best first (technically second): I was dressed as St. Jude, he was Cory from Slipknot and I knew already that he was my boyfriend and we were going to have a boss adventure together.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:07, Reply)
then started playing the drums at 16 and found all this new music I didn't know existed and all the bands I've been in have led me more down the electronica route really. I will still listen to metal but just don't love it anymore.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:22, Reply)
all the other ones die too
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:16, Reply)
That's more attributed to werewolves.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:17, Reply)
she's gonna hunt you down and cause you pain.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:22, Reply)
Oh, I get it, you just want to hurt me.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:26, Reply)
I'm looking forward to making you scared over the next few days while Clenders is away.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:31, Reply)
I probably shouldn't have hit on your boyfriend should I.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:20, Reply)
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:22, Reply)
He's just a little more 'friendly' when he's had soem of your roofies or Jesus Juice or whatever it is you ply him with to make him call out your name in his disturbed dreams.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:29, Reply)
sitting in a nice intimate bar that serves really icy vodka in the evening sunshine at one of those tiny little tables where your knees keep bumping. amazing conversation, you know the kind where you just "get" each other and the sexual tension is hot enough to make smoke curl up from the vodka. then strolling hand in hand to admire the sunset from waterloo bridge before deciding fuck the view and kissing so hard that there's nothing else left to do but collapse into a taxi and mortify the driver the whole way home.
worst part - never happened yet. but you never know your luck, keep buying the lottery tickets, i suppose...
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:15, Reply)
and now it's too late.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:21, Reply)
this could not have ended well for me. it was all about the self-preservation.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:27, Reply)
that's my final offer.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:41, Reply)
i will never go out with you, not even if you pay me.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 12:19, Reply)
Girl I had met volunteering - we met up for a drink, having primed my mate to call me about an hour or so after the start. You know when you receive a call and someone near you can hear what is being said to you?
My mate yelled "get off her" followed by "don't try doing her up the arse on a first date".
I didn't see her again.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:22, Reply)
Pub? Cinema? Dinner? Band?
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:25, Reply)
You're just sat there not talking.
Pub, dinner, band are all ok. Unless you RUIN the gig by cramping her style and putting your arms all round her and your chin on top of her head while she's trying to ENJOY THE GIG.
One of my worst, but it was a THIRD date, so does not apply.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:27, Reply)
that's my best. But I've only had 2 first dates ever
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:28, Reply)
I suppose you could impress the other party at the end of the date by buying them a postcard or a novelty pencil from the gift shop. That would should just how serious you were about them.
I really don't see a museum working as a first-date venue. Unless you hope to pull a coachload of kids on a school trip.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:31, Reply)
you can wander round having a nice chat and looking at interesting stuff, then go out for a brew later. It avoids the awkwardness of a pub or the noisiness of a club. Also, if it's crap, you still have the evening free
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:33, Reply)
All I need now, is a woman to take out.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:40, Reply)
We are still together.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:36, Reply)
I have yet to get Wiggy in an art gallery.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 12:39, Reply)
theatre is probably the best option, followed by coffee or a drink, then you have something to talk about.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:32, Reply)
And what if your date insists on having a starter AND desert.
I'd feel obliged to join them, but I don't usually eat that much. Oh god. It could be horrible..... Right, i'm going for a lie down.
This is all too much.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:33, Reply)
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:33, Reply)
I could stroll around the streets of Bristol or Bath, take in the sights, have a coffee or an ice-cream, sit in a park and talk.
Pressure free. Best suggestion yet.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:35, Reply)
A walk round St. Nicholas' Market would mean 15 minutes of shit novelty candle stalls and a couple of hemp clothing outlets.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:49, Reply)
Pub lunch if you want to take it slow and don't trust yourself to not get hammered and shag them.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:34, Reply)
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:35, Reply)
but the worst one was probably when I didn't even realise we WERE dating. And at the end of the evening he tried to dry hump my leg.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:28, Reply)
and given him firm tap on the snout.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:34, Reply)
a few days later. He was actually terrifyingly not sane.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:36, Reply)
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:42, Reply)
he was just not at all well in the head.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:46, Reply)
I was up against my mortal enemy, "Bobby B Bob", we were facing each other, he won the coin toss and chose to go first. He dissed my gran and my George shirt, I didn't know what to do, I don't really know this guy _that_ well, so I talked smack about his family and friends. It went to Round Three (it works like Street Fighter, apparently), and it was almost a draw, but I won. While I was going through to the semis and finals, I saw him pulling the girl of my dreams, I bought her along as a first date, so she could see me in my natural element; the battle fields of the rap olympics. I was like "Dayum dawg, that's my gurl dawg, get off my gurl dawg", and he goes "Daaaaym dawg, I didn't know this was your girl dawg, sorry Rabbit, my bad".
I ended up winning the rap olympics, but I lost the date.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:32, Reply)
to make a film
It is both happy and tragic
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:35, Reply)
Worst first date - He was a psychiatric nurse but to be honest he could have been one of the patients. We went to a posh hotel bar and drank expensive wine. He had been a journalist before he did the nursing stuff so he kept questioning me about writing. Then he told me that being with me was like a slap in the face. I didn't return his calls.
Best first date - you already know - the story has been retold soooo many times. Tate Modern, pub, chat, chat, chat, missed train, hotel room.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:34, Reply)
You don't make a cake without getting covered in flour...
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:36, Reply)
she said when she did her psych rotation in training that the staff and patients were indistinguishable - especially as they don't wear uniform.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:40, Reply)
There could be millions of 'em roaming about while the staff jibber away in their padded cells, unable to convince anybody of the truth.
The more I think about people I know, the more this seems plausible.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:42, Reply)
a nut ward - I really didn't know who was an inmate, a jailer or a visitor
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:43, Reply)
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:45, Reply)
but I had to tell my brother not to wear his "out of my tree" t-shirt
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:51, Reply)
All about Swedish twin sisters who ran across the M6 two years ago then a couple of days later one of them stabbed some man. Both of them were temporarily insane. The one who did the stabbing seemed a bit odd but sane.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:46, Reply)
My other friend's dad (a psychiatric something or other)explained it to us ages ago and it all made sense. If you didn't know her, you'd think she was schizophrenic, but it's just that growing up with her mum, she's come to accept that demons and hearing voices and ghosts being able to physically harm you is all 'normal'.
And yes, that documentary was crazeh.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:50, Reply)
Did cop off with a girl once who kissed like that picture of CthulhuChomp, though. She was up for going further, whereas I had never been less turned on in my life (including the time I accidentally slammed the cupboard-under-the-stairs door shut on my knackers). Truly, truly abysmal.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:37, Reply)
it's like having your tongue caught in an industrial hoover whilst the rest of your face is going through a car wash.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:41, Reply)
and was somehow dribbling over my jaw at the same time.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:42, Reply)
I realised he had actually left a thin layer of enthusiastic spittle down to my chin and up to my cheekbone on one side. *bokes* never again.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:45, Reply)
before I realised it really wasn't going to get any better unless I tried to re-teach her from the ground up.
It's a shame, as she was really, really hot.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:49, Reply)
Get in, bed down, refuse to leave, await six months for romance to blossom.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 11:56, Reply)
This was hugely out of character for me, but she just seemed really sweet and demure. Two of my friends were so taken aback that they actually did that thing of turning up across the road from the designated meeting place brandishing newspapers with view holes cut into them.
Sadly for them we'd had to put the date back by 24 hours due to me having an exam.
(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 12:00, Reply)
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