Horror Stories

LOL...NOT!
My horrible story begins with the words BLIND DATE. Enough said, huh? The guy seemed really cool and our conversations were interesting. But the mood killer happened later while we were watching the movie. At the funny parts, he would let out these horrible, loud laughs. Everyone in the theater would turn and look in our direction and stare. I wanted to slither under the seat as I sunk lower and lower. Let's just say I didn't call him back or go on another blind date.

1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila, floor
It was my first date with this guy, and I was pretty nervous. My friend suggested having a drink first to calm myself down. I agreed, and the next thing you know, I'm four shots in and the doorbell rings! At least I wasn't nervous anymore, right? Surely this would be a great date. WRONG! As we walked to the restaurant I was stumbling all over myself. Then, we get to the restaurant and those shots hit me. I was drunk! I just sat there politely while my date talked, so as to not give my drunken self away. But you know how drinking goes...all of a sudden I had to pee! I quickly excused myself, and went to the ladies room. This was not going well. After dinner, he suggested going back to his place to "watch a musical and drink peppermint hot chocolate". Seriously. But thanks to that tequila, as soon as I hit the couch, I fell right asleep. Date OVER.

Boring Bookworm
On my first date with a guy, we went to dinner. I soon discovered we had little in common, and therefore little to talk about. I don't know if he was trying to fill the awkward silence, or if he genuinely thought this was good conversation material, but my date began to tell me the entire plot of the Lord of the Rings series! What a nerd! About halfway in, I made up some excuse and left. I don't need to hear about Frodo on a first date. Sorry.

CREEP.
I dated a guy for awhile (we'll call him Jimmy). Sweet guy, fun to be around... but then we fell out. We didn't really click that well as a couple, and we both realized this. Amicable break up. Two weeks later, I had a date with another guy (we'll call him Bob) where the details were sorted out via Facebook message. Little did I know... Jimmy had saved my Facebook login and password on his computer and was stalking my interaction with Bob. Then, Jimmy decided to pick a fight with me about getting over him so fast and moving on to Bob. Somehow... Jimmy didn't understand why I was pissed.


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