Every February couples spend Valentine's Day in different ways. Some go out to dinner, see a movie or just a quiet night alone. This year we aren't interested in the usual Valentine's Day pleasant stories we wanted to hear your worst date stories. We received many great submissions but we could only pick two winners:
Beer And Gravy With That?
Female Winner Pam - I had received a call from a guy I had just recently met. He told me that he had gotten two tickets to see a live TV show being filmed. His brother couldn't go with him and wanted to know if I wanted to go (first red flag).
I accepted and after the taping we went to dinner. By coincidence (or not) we ran into his parents at the restaurant. We were able to talk our way out of dining with them and found our way to our own table.
As we began eating dinner, a piece of meat fell off of my fork and splattered into the puddle of gravy on my plate. I could see that the gravy splattered on the front of my blouse and on to the table surrounding my plate. I was hoping against hope that my date hadn't see what happened. I slowly turned to see if he had noticed. To my horror, he had a large splattering of gravy dripping off his ear.
He was very gracious and understanding about my sloppy eating which was a good thing because about 10 minutes later he spilled his beer in my lap. That was 33 yrs ago. We've been happily married for 31 years.
I'll Take The Amnesia Roll
Male Winner Ryan - I was set up with a woman through a matchmaking service that I had paid an exorbitant amount of money to join. The service requires extensive background checks. I met her at a sushi restaurant near where I used to work. She was pleasant enough and we had a pretty good conversation. Although she told me she was 34 and not 28 like she had previously said.
I noticed that she was drinking pretty heavily throughout dinner but I chose not to say anything. We left the sushi restaurant and I drove us to a bar up the street. I had another beer and she had about 5 more glasses of wine. She then asked me if I could give her a ride home. I said sure and asked if she thought her car would be ok at the sushi bar. She told me she didn't have a car. I don't know how that didn't come up in conversation. I asked her where she lived and proceeded to drive us in that direction.
Then about 5 minutes into the car ride she passed out. I eventually woke her up when we got to her neighborhood and she told me that this isn't where she lived. She lived 15 miles in the other direction. I was pretty upset at this point and turned around. I drove us to the new neighborhood, which was close to where I lived. Then she passed out again. I took her to my house because I didn't want to drive around anymore and put her to bed on the couch.
I went to sleep and awoke in the morning to her asking who I was and what had happened. I told her we went on a date. She then asked me for a ride home and it turned out to be in the first neighborhood we went to!
The car was totally silent for the 20 or so minutes it took me to get to her house. I got out and opened the door for her and she had the nerve to tell me she wanted to go out again. I told her that I wasn't interested, and drove away as fast as possible. I called the matchmaking service and told them not to bother matching me again.