Every one has had at least one bad date in their life and we wanted to know the worst of the worst. For Valentines Day 2010 our Worst Date Ever contest yielded some very bad date stories. How about the McNugget Evangelist or the Wussy Cowboy? In the end we picked two winners. One for best female story and a second for best male story. Read below for all the top submissions.
I'll Take The Amnesia Roll (Winner For Best Male Story)
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.
Beer And Gravy With That? (Winner For Best Female Story)
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.
Do You Take Checks?
Thresa - A blind date, arranged by a friend, called to ask if he could use my shower before we went out due to having to pick me up immediately after work. I asked if he worked in a coal mine and when he said, "No" so did I.
He took me to dinner and then suggested a movie, where he asked the ticket cashier if they took checks. We window-shopped instead and when he took me home he refused to leave, spending two hours talking to my 97 year-old grandmother.
I once told this "worst date ever" story at a business meeting, only to learn that my worst date ever was the best friend of one of our employees, cementing forever not only the Worst Date Ever, but the Worst Date Ever STORY ever.
Blind Date Shuffle
Ginny - I was on a blind date since my regular boyfriend was out of town for two months and needed a date for a important dinner. When we got to the restaurant and started eating with 6 others, I get a tap on my shoulders and it's my boyfriend and he's not happy. He called my house and a sister told him where I was.
What made things awkward is that when my date came earlier then planned and we talked for an hour and a half together and I actually realized that my boyfriend was not a good person. My blind date was someone I would like to marry and after dating one year we did get engaged and got married.
What was strange is my husband has the same last name as my old boyfriend. Since I deeply love my husband I never think about the old boyfriend and his last name. That's what true love means, moving ahead and make it better each day.
Not So Rockin' New Years
Pamela - It was New Year's eve 1971. I was 19 years old. My plans for the evening included an early babysitting job, followed by my first date, yes first date, then to a New Year's eve party and then meeting a second date on the Pasadena Rose Parade route to ring in the new year.
Babysitting went a little late, but not to worry my first date got lost and arrived to pick me up an hour late. On the way to the party, his car broke down on a deserted stretch of road with no phone booths near by. (Sounds suspicious doesn't it!) Midnight was almost upon us when his car was finally pushed into the drive way of the house where the party was to be. No Party! They all went home early, if you're gullible enough.
The night's merriment had yet to begin. My date borrowed his parent's pick-up truck to take me back home, but he was determined to make up for the missed fun. Instead he took me to a coffee shop for a way-past-midnight cup of coffee. I couldn't tell him I had another date. I was afraid he might leave
me in West Covina. After coffee I convinced date number one to drop me off along the parade route where friends were waiting to meet me.
Date number two got tired of waiting on a street corner along Lake Ave. for me and left. I did meet friends who had warm blankets and were holding a place for me along the parade route. Just as my out look on the whole New Year was starting to lift again, date number one shows up again! He's brought more coffee and has decided to join me for the parade. He promptly falls asleep for almost the entire parade and then I find out he hitchhiked over from West Covina and had no way home. I called my mother and it turns out there had been a party and they did go home early, date number one really turned out to be a great guy, and we've been married for 37 years.
Bumming A Date
Gary - In 1992, one of the chief dating match-up mechanisms was a newspaper ad. One ad got my attention: 30 year old attractive, slim, blonde professional beach female, with interests in the outdoors, fitness, good conversation, and travel. I decided to leave a response. Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang. It was the operator, asking if I would accept a collect call from a friend in Santa Monica. Confused for a second, I realized that it must be the woman whose ad I had just responded to. I accepted the call.
We exchanged pleasantries as she confirmed who she was, and I told a little bit more about myself. As I turned the questions to her, she cut me off and instead suggested, "You know what, rather than do this over the phone, why don't we just get together right now for a cup of coffee and chat?"
I hesitated, but finally agreed. She told me that she would meet me in Santa Monica on Wilshire Blvd on the corner in front of a KFC. She did not know the exact cross street, but I told her I would find it. Standing on the corner was a thin blonde haired woman in a tan trench coat. As I got closer and then made the turn down the street off of Wilshire, I became confused. This was my date?
I parked my car on the street and approached the woman with a weathered face, long,
stringy hair (that had not been washed in a long time) and a coat with stains all
over it. "You're late!" she chastised me, as she opened my car door and got inside.
I blinked in disbelief and got back in the car. As I pulled away from the curb and tried to get my bearings. "Where did you say you wanted to go?" I asked. "Head on down Wilshire to the 3rd Street Promenade. There's a place where we can get something to drink and eat, and then dance the night away." I scratched my head, not quite sure what to make of the person in my car. "What did you say you do?"
"Well, right now I am unemployed, but I had been working at a psychiatrist's office, but the patients kept talking to the doctor about me, and I could not take it any more so I left."
"Uh, huh, and where do you live?"
"Here and there, with friends, and different places. And right now, I am here with
you" Trying to be as polite as possible, and unsure about the stability of the apparent homeless person in the car beside me, I tried to back out of the situation. "You know. This is not exactly what I was expecting. I've already eaten, and I don't think this would work."
She looked at me, with any angry pause, and then resumed her determination. "That's
fine. Even if we are not going to have anything more, that does not mean we cannot
still go to the bar and get something to eat and drink, have fun and party the night
"No, no." I said. "Really, I am not interested. I'm not attracted to you. You
sort of misrepresented yourself, and I don't want to continue. Where do you want me
to drop you off?" Now she was agitated. Expletives flowed. She told me to drop her off where I had
picked her up. When I got to the corner of the KFC, she got out of my car screaming, and kicking at
my car. I smiled politely and waved as I drove away.
Coffee With Room For Rude
Bonnie - I was going to meet this guy for the first time after work. He was really pushy and wanted to know the earliest I could meet him. We decided on 4PM during the week. We were going to meet halfway which was Woodland Hills Starbucks.
It was against my better judgment to meet him at that time (I'm not desperate). I started driving there, only to get stuck in a gridlock on the freeway. I called him to ask if he could start driving towards me. Sure enough, there was a Starbucks in Winnetka that he knew off the top of his head. (He must
frequent all of the Starbucks in the area).
Anyway, he probably arrived not more than 5 minutes before me. I saw a fairly decent man sitting at a table for one. I asked if he was "Mike" for lack of a better name (to keep it anonymous). He said
yes, there were no available tables inside. He neither stood from his seat nor offered to get me a
drink. (Mind you, he hadn't seen me yet and I'm not too sore on the eyes). I said I would go and get a drink.
When I went inside, I decided to call my girlfriend who lived in the area and see if she wanted to get an early dinner. I was thinking of going out the back way and ditching the guy all together but he would have seen me get into my car. I was still on the phone with my friend when I approached "Mike".
He had brought another chair over by that time. I said I had to meet a friend,
chatted for a brief few minutes and then said I had to leave. How rude, no manners, uncouth and probably why the guy was still single.
The McNugget Evangelist
Julie - The worst date I ever was on was pretty bad. First, I did it because I felt really bad for this person, he seemed really nice and really sweet. He insisted on the time and place and I just had softball practice so I was nasty. I didn't even want to go let alone go all dirty and smelly, but whatever.
Then he told me to meet him in the parking lot of K-Mart/McDonald's and such. Ok, he wasn't comfortable with coming to my house and I sure didn't want to go to his house. I met him there and he gets out and says "Let's go to McDonald's". OK, Seriously???? Mc Donald's?
I am totally shell shocked, thinking Hometown Buffet was even better than Mickey D's. Whatever! I reluctantly follow him into the Golden Arches and decide, I am going to have fun with this. I order a Chicken McNugget Happy Meal. He waits and then I realize he is not even paying for it. Ugh!
Then, he orders the exact thing. You have got to be kidding me-literally. He then pays for it with a $20 bill, and he couldn't even pay for mine, not that I am a gold digger, but HE asked me to go with him and I didn't even want to.
I was looking at the person working there, like what the heck is going on. We sat down and I am hanging my head in shame because I can't even believe that this is real. He starts talking about his goals for life and this and that, I couldn't even stand to listen to him, but I was still trying to be a good sport about it. Then, he pulls out his BIBLE and hands it to me. Uhhh.....No, (not that I have a problem
with religion, I am a very happy Catholic). His name was etched on the front of it in gold letters. I then finished my seeming Un-Happy Meal and told him that I had to go pick up my little sister from her friends house.
Two Stepping Idiot
Sherry - This was in the mid-60s but it could happen to anyone in any
generation. My best girlfriend and I had graduated from school, had good jobs, I
had a new car. Back then the closest "resort" was The Buckhorn in New Cuyama on
Route 166 between Santa Maria and the I-5.
It had a bar, hotel and oh boy, a pool! We decided, like real grown ups, to take a weekend to drive the new car, get some sun and relax. While having dinner (I'll call my friend "C") "C" spotted this gorgeous tall blond and handsome out on the dance floor doing a pretty good two step.
She had a guy so she wiggled her finger at Mr. Gorgeous so she could introduce him to me. He may have been good lookin' and great dancer but when he opened his mouth all that ever came out was "duh"! Not too bright was he and for the rest of the night I was STUCK and couldn't get rid of him until I feigned illness and skedaddled to "C"'s and my room. We've NEVER forgotten that and often tease each other about it as we are still close friends 45 years later!
The Wussy Cowboy
Kacia - It was a Saturday, two days before Valentine's Day in snowy Durango, Colorado. I had a blind date; Jim, I will never forget! We had been introduced by a girlfriend from boarding school and had already spent several hours on the phone chatting up a storm. I mentioned that I loved horses and he thought it would be a great first date if we would go horseback riding.
We met around noon at his friend's ranch, about an hours drive. He was nice enough
looking and had bragged about his skill with horses. When we entered the barn there were no horses! I was expecting the horses would be in stalls or corrals. Not quite! They had more than 20 horses on 300 acres! We are talking fiasco!
Colorado is big country and these horses were having none of us. After almost two hours and two buckets of grain, we were able to catch the horses. By the time we had them tacked up and ready to ride the weather had taken a turn for the worse.
Nonetheless, we decided we would stick to the trail where last week's snow had been compacted. It had started out a sunny day, but still the temperature was hovering around 18 degrees. We proceeded down the trail and all Jim could talk about was what an expert rider he was.
About an hour's ride in, the weather caught up with us and it started to snow. We decided to turn back when suddenly his horse spooked and took off! Within seconds Jim was on the ground and his horse galloped back to the barn.
Now, Jim was a nice guy and all, but, now he was hurt. Now, he was not so nice. Jim is in a rage and can hardly stand up. I try my cell phone to no avail. I now have to give him my horse and walk back to the barn in the snow with a guy that can't stop complaining. Needless to say, this was our last date. I love the snow and horses and even walking horses in the snow, but I need a man to be a man!
Brenda - I was Invited out to a swanky restaurant for dinner. I arrived early waited at the bar when Al arrived. He sat at the other end of the bar had a drink then proceeded to yell my name. He moved down to sit next to me I asked if he was ready to get a table he said "I already ate" and ordered another drink. I ordered a crab salad to eat at the bar and was told the food here was great.
Imitation crab and the cheese bread was hoagie bread cut in half with cheddar cheese slices melted on it. (Food was terrible). By this time he had ordered at least two more drinks. When I asked for the check for dinner I was happy to pay for my own dinner. Then when I asked for the bar bill he didn't even offer to pay but his drinks were also on my bill.
He just sat there i paid for the drinks and left. I do not mind paying for my own food or drinks but to pay for everything when he invited me out to dinner in the first place and then yelling my name across a bar-room. Needless to say there was not a second date.
Unknown Caller Surprise
Nicole - I met a guy on an on-line dating site. We talked and had great conversations for about 8 months. He was such a sweetheart calling everyday and listening to my bad day stories and surprising me with gifts.
We finally decided to meet at a resort for a few days. He was so cute, handsome, funny and charming. I couldn't believe what a gentleman and sweetie he was. We had a such a blast hanging out. And then I kept getting annoying phone calls all day and night that said "unknown" and the person would hang up every time I answered.
On the second date, after dinner, I received a call and was right about to hang up, since there was no
response, and then an unfamiliar female voice said, "Hi, are you Nicole? Do you know where my boyfriend Rick is? His grandma is sick and his DAUGHTER is looking for him!".
My heart just dropped. This guy I was so happy spending time with, lied about everything; not having a girlfriend or even having kids, and is a total CHEATER!!
I was so disgusted and just wanted to do damage control, but I couldn't. I confronted him, he denied it all, that it was a psycho ex, but it was so obvious he was lying. I felt like a total idiot and hated myself afterwards, I also felt so bad for his girlfriend. To top the night off, I was so upset I went and gambled and lost $100!!GRRR!! He spent an hour looking for me, that was funny. Why do people lie or cheat??? It's an awful thing to do to another person.