My wife tells me that she and her girlfriends were talking about their worst dates over lunch yesterday, and I thought it sounded like a cool subject for a thread, because I'm sure that a guy's perpective of a worst date could be vastly different from that of a woman's. So c'mon guys...share your worst date stories here!!
I actually have two that could qualify. The first one started out great. I had met the girl a few nights earlier when she made a song request while I was club DJ-ing. When I asked if she was "available", her response was "very!!" On our date night we went for a nice dinner at a local restaurant. Afterwards we went to the club I worked at. We got our drinks and started making the rounds introducing each other to our friends. To this day I don't know what happened, but when I was introducing her to a fellow DJ friend, I suddenly drew a blank, forgetting the girl's name!! I could see she was embarassed and humiliated. After a few more uncomfortable minutes, she politely asked me to drive her home and I regrettably agreed. When we got back to her place, I tried to smooth things out in the hope that she'd consider giving me another chance, but it was a lost cause. I commited a cardinal sin of the "first date", and there was no chance to save face. I still made the best of it though: after leaving her home, I returned to the club, hooked up with another chick that was a regular of the club, and ended up going home with her...so all was not lost.
The other date started out good as well. However, when we were leaving the club we were at (a different one, not the one I worked at) I suddenly felt the need to fart, and I knew that it was going to wreak. I opened the door for her to get in the car and made a lame excuse about having to look for something in the trunk. While there I gladly dropped, and paused for a minute to allow the odor to pass...or so I thought. Apparently I returned to the car too soon, because the first thing my date asked when I got in was "Did you stay out there to fart?" I knew I couldn't hide it. I had to own up. She never admitted to being repulsed by neither the action or the odor, but I could tell she was a bit put off by it. Oh well...she wasn't that hot anyway.