Worst date stories?
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All of my dates have been very enjoyable for me but, then again, I'm very selective about whom I ask out.
I can't speak for my partners (since they were out with me, they're obviously not that picky).
I can't speak for my partners (since they were out with me, they're obviously not that picky).
Did you know?
The First International Date Conference was held in Tripoli, Libya in 1959.
In that conference, it was decided to develop a special program under the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations to promote the commercial use of substandard or physically defective dates.
The First International Date Conference was held in Tripoli, Libya in 1959.
In that conference, it was decided to develop a special program under the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations to promote the commercial use of substandard or physically defective dates.
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I met someone online and met for coffee at a local mall. A group of girls was walking by and he bluntly said that he could tell which ones were the sluts in the group.
I was so appalled at his behaviour that I just picked up my things and left.
The most amusing ever was not a date, but me bored on a weekend evening and wanting someone to hang out with.
I put up an ad in the platonic section of CL seeking an indian person to have a few drinks with and talk. (There was some sort of political thing affecting indian people that I knew only an indian person could have an opinion on).
I get many respondents and agree to meet someone at the lounge in the fairmont Vancouver for Drinks.
Well what shows up is not an indian man, but rather this oriental fellow with ripped jeans some horrid sweater and a backpack on. Well I wasted enough of my time already, I tried to make the best of it.
No conversation later, he starts going off saying "you want me don't you," "I can see that look in your eyes." Well as you can all figure from that, he was also worthy of walking out on.
I met someone online and met for coffee at a local mall. A group of girls was walking by and he bluntly said that he could tell which ones were the sluts in the group.
I was so appalled at his behaviour that I just picked up my things and left.
The most amusing ever was not a date, but me bored on a weekend evening and wanting someone to hang out with.
I put up an ad in the platonic section of CL seeking an indian person to have a few drinks with and talk. (There was some sort of political thing affecting indian people that I knew only an indian person could have an opinion on).
I get many respondents and agree to meet someone at the lounge in the fairmont Vancouver for Drinks.
Well what shows up is not an indian man, but rather this oriental fellow with ripped jeans some horrid sweater and a backpack on. Well I wasted enough of my time already, I tried to make the best of it.
No conversation later, he starts going off saying "you want me don't you," "I can see that look in your eyes." Well as you can all figure from that, he was also worthy of walking out on.
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I met a lady on line who left out one small detail......her cock!!!!.Bless me for not talking about sex before we met.I can't believe he/she really thought she was that passable that I would not notice.
I walked into second cup(they are a bit dimmer so I guess that the lighting was going to cover the obvious ), and got about 5 feet away and just stopped and said"Are you fucking kidding me"?..turned on heel and walked out.
Got a e-mail about 2 hours later saying that I had publically embarrassed he/she and that I had know idea what I missing.My immediate thought was"It's a cock......you lose, thanks for playing"
I met a lady on line who left out one small detail......her cock!!!!.Bless me for not talking about sex before we met.I can't believe he/she really thought she was that passable that I would not notice.
I walked into second cup(they are a bit dimmer so I guess that the lighting was going to cover the obvious ), and got about 5 feet away and just stopped and said"Are you fucking kidding me"?..turned on heel and walked out.
Got a e-mail about 2 hours later saying that I had publically embarrassed he/she and that I had know idea what I missing.My immediate thought was"It's a cock......you lose, thanks for playing"
I enjoyed my evening, but my date was texting other friends looking for friends to join her, after I'd spent a few hundred dollars on dinner.
Personally, I found it to be one of the best days of my life!
Not because she was all about me, but because she did enjoy my company on a most enjoyable evening.
Personally, I found it to be one of the best days of my life!
Not because she was all about me, but because she did enjoy my company on a most enjoyable evening.
Oh man, I don't think anyone can top this one
Scarey no chance she was one ugly girl who looked manly?
lol. thats funny. like there is nothing wrong with TS. Its a life choice. but its kind of a weird situation. i would think that TS should be more upfront about it because obviously it will turn most men away. but at the same time, why should someone say "hi, im a TS, would you like to go for drinks?". how should a TS break the news in the first place? penny for your thoughts...
i understand how the constant texting during a dinner date could be a tad annoying because you want to get to know the girl. but how is this a worst date story?
Oh man, I don't think anyone can top this one
Scarey no chance she was one ugly girl who looked manly?
judging by what he said. im guessing it was pretty obvious that the TS looked like a dude. but i recall years back i was flipping through channels and i think it was either maury or montel where they had a bunch of girls on stange...some where TS and some werent. they would walk to the front of the stage where they would have a table and 2 hats. 1 says they are and 1 says they arent a TS. as they walked up people would be screaming whether they thought they were or werent. i must say, some TS out there are doing a hell of a job. you really couldnt tell unless you look for the obvious john.
I went on a date with a nice shy girl (Not In Canada) & parked my Car on a nice romantic Sea Side parking lot, and it was dark so i started cuddling the girls breasts and she was thoroughly enjoying my hands caressing her breasts and strokeing them, all of a sudden two LE poople came and grab the key from my ignition as my window was open to get some fresh sea breeze, then it was a hell for me, i had to pay them quiet a bit of money to let us go or else they were asking us to accompany them to the Police Station, that would have been more of an embarassement for the girl, so i paid their price, but still i remember that costly date just for cuddling a girls breasts under her dress! In third world countries corruption is at highest level, and money can even clear a person from killing someone, the case can be squashed by police only, before it goes to the court for its hearing
which is unfortunate and sad that there is no justice in those corrupt countries.
which is unfortunate and sad that there is no justice in those corrupt countries.I will be posting "worst date stories" that I come across online, as I find them amusing. 
I ran for my life
It's easy for me to come up with my worst date story. It may be hard to believe, but every word of this is true. I had just moved to the Atlanta, GA area for work-related reasons. I was in my mid-thirties, single and pretty lonely. I met a woman through a phone ad-based dating service -- one where you dial an 800 gateway number, access her voice personal, and, if you like the message, pay to have the service call her personal phone. Her voice ad seemed good to me, so I connected through, and we talked for awhile. We made plans for a date later that evening, and she gave me directions.
This is where the problems started. She lived pretty far out of the Atlanta metro area. Actually -- very far out. I drove for what seemed like an eternity and arrived at a trailer in the middle of nowhere. A poorly-furnished, dumpy trailer with a few roaches running around in it. Maybe it was the overall setting, but my "date" was definitely more rough around the edges in person than she appeared to be on the phone.
I suggested we (quickly) head out for the evening, and she countered with an idea to go to a favorite bar/restaurant/pool hall hangout of hers. We drove for quite awhile, and finally arrived at the place -- just on the outskirts of civilization. It was, surprisingly, less dangerous than I imagined it to be. There was a catch, though. The bouncer types at the door recognized her. It seems she had walked out on her last tab, and would not be allowed back in until she paid it. Of course, she had no money with her (probably didn't have any at all), so - like an idiot - I paid the $40.00 balance.
Things got even worse when we got inside. I bought drinks and appetizers, which she quickly dug into. Then -- outside of the dining area, in the pool table section -- she recognized another guy. I guess she was very happy to see him, because she ran over and hung out with him -- leaving me alone long enough that other patrons noticed and commented to me that her behavior was not appropriate.
After - literally - 40 minutes on my own at the table, she came back. It turns out her other guy friend had JUST BEEN RELEASED FROM PRISON. The "poor guy" (who looked like a scary, complete loser) didn't have a car, so her plan was for me to take all three of us back to her place. I don't even want to imagine what she wanted to go down if that happened. My worst suspicions were now fully confirmed. She was a complete piece of trash, and I was now actually frightened.
I thought quickly -- about the fact that she only knew my first name, that I (anonymously) paid cash for the bar entry fee and food/drink, that she didn't know where I lived, and didn't have my phone number. I also knew that I was the only one of the three of us who had a car.
It was quite easy to figure out what to do next. I calmly and coolly said to her, "That sounds like a great plan. I already paid the tab. Let me just hit the restroom, and I'll be right back".
Fortunately for me, the restroom was off to the side of the fairly crowded room, right by an additional entrance. I made a beeline for that side door, waited until the crowd covered me, and RAN out the side as fast as I could to my car. I think I had it started, out of the parking lot, and more than halfway home before the trashy whore and her jailbird loser man knew what happened.
As I was driving home, I surveyed the damage. I was out about $75.00 - including "entrance fees", tabs, gas money and the phone service fee to connect with this loser. I concluded that this was a small price to pay for my life. I immediately cancelled the phone/date service membership, and I honestly don't think I went out on any dates for months after that!
Todd, Georgia
I ran for my life
It's easy for me to come up with my worst date story. It may be hard to believe, but every word of this is true. I had just moved to the Atlanta, GA area for work-related reasons. I was in my mid-thirties, single and pretty lonely. I met a woman through a phone ad-based dating service -- one where you dial an 800 gateway number, access her voice personal, and, if you like the message, pay to have the service call her personal phone. Her voice ad seemed good to me, so I connected through, and we talked for awhile. We made plans for a date later that evening, and she gave me directions.
This is where the problems started. She lived pretty far out of the Atlanta metro area. Actually -- very far out. I drove for what seemed like an eternity and arrived at a trailer in the middle of nowhere. A poorly-furnished, dumpy trailer with a few roaches running around in it. Maybe it was the overall setting, but my "date" was definitely more rough around the edges in person than she appeared to be on the phone.
I suggested we (quickly) head out for the evening, and she countered with an idea to go to a favorite bar/restaurant/pool hall hangout of hers. We drove for quite awhile, and finally arrived at the place -- just on the outskirts of civilization. It was, surprisingly, less dangerous than I imagined it to be. There was a catch, though. The bouncer types at the door recognized her. It seems she had walked out on her last tab, and would not be allowed back in until she paid it. Of course, she had no money with her (probably didn't have any at all), so - like an idiot - I paid the $40.00 balance.
Things got even worse when we got inside. I bought drinks and appetizers, which she quickly dug into. Then -- outside of the dining area, in the pool table section -- she recognized another guy. I guess she was very happy to see him, because she ran over and hung out with him -- leaving me alone long enough that other patrons noticed and commented to me that her behavior was not appropriate.
After - literally - 40 minutes on my own at the table, she came back. It turns out her other guy friend had JUST BEEN RELEASED FROM PRISON. The "poor guy" (who looked like a scary, complete loser) didn't have a car, so her plan was for me to take all three of us back to her place. I don't even want to imagine what she wanted to go down if that happened. My worst suspicions were now fully confirmed. She was a complete piece of trash, and I was now actually frightened.
I thought quickly -- about the fact that she only knew my first name, that I (anonymously) paid cash for the bar entry fee and food/drink, that she didn't know where I lived, and didn't have my phone number. I also knew that I was the only one of the three of us who had a car.
It was quite easy to figure out what to do next. I calmly and coolly said to her, "That sounds like a great plan. I already paid the tab. Let me just hit the restroom, and I'll be right back".
Fortunately for me, the restroom was off to the side of the fairly crowded room, right by an additional entrance. I made a beeline for that side door, waited until the crowd covered me, and RAN out the side as fast as I could to my car. I think I had it started, out of the parking lot, and more than halfway home before the trashy whore and her jailbird loser man knew what happened.
As I was driving home, I surveyed the damage. I was out about $75.00 - including "entrance fees", tabs, gas money and the phone service fee to connect with this loser. I concluded that this was a small price to pay for my life. I immediately cancelled the phone/date service membership, and I honestly don't think I went out on any dates for months after that!
Todd, Georgia
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Here's another one:
My worst date ever!!
I went on a date with the boy I had a crush on so bad and so long and when he finally asked me out. I was thrill and nothing bad could happen except for that's what I thought. I put a fake ponytail in my head because I didn't want to wear it down, I didn't have many hair pins so I put up there what I had. We went to Red Lobster and was seated. The waiter came by a bushed against me and as he walked off my ponytail was some how stuck to his shirt and when he walked off so did my ponytail. Everyone in the resturant and my date laughed all night. I ran out the resturant and never talked to my crush again.
~Kimberly, Girlposse.com Reader
February 2001
My worst date ever!!
I went on a date with the boy I had a crush on so bad and so long and when he finally asked me out. I was thrill and nothing bad could happen except for that's what I thought. I put a fake ponytail in my head because I didn't want to wear it down, I didn't have many hair pins so I put up there what I had. We went to Red Lobster and was seated. The waiter came by a bushed against me and as he walked off my ponytail was some how stuck to his shirt and when he walked off so did my ponytail. Everyone in the resturant and my date laughed all night. I ran out the resturant and never talked to my crush again.
~Kimberly, Girlposse.com Reader
February 2001
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ok heres my worst date story, i met my wife online, and when we first started dating she lived 3 hours away from me, so one weekend she came for a visit, and we wanted some alone time, i had roommates then, so i drive her to a national park along the St.Lawrence river, anyways it was dark, and our seats were leaned back, and we were getting hot and heavy. then there was a bright light shining in our window, it was an OPP cruiser with 2 of thier finest inside, , they separate us and start questioning us, when my soon to be wife showed her ID, the cops like you live 3 hours away, are you here on your own free will, is he holding you captive, is everything alright, everything turned out alright thy made us leave the park, and gave us a warning about trespassing, a date that neither of us will ever 4get
I went on a date with a nice shy girl (Not In Canada) & parked my Car on a nice romantic Sea Side parking lot, and it was dark so i started cuddling the girls breasts and she was thoroughly enjoying my hands caressing her breasts and strokeing them, all of a sudden two LE poople came and grab the key from my ignition as my window was open to get some fresh sea breeze, then it was a hell for me, i had to pay them quiet a bit of money to let us go or else they were asking us to accompany them to the Police Station, that would have been more of an embarassement for the girl, so i paid their price, but still i remember that costly date just for cuddling a girls breasts under her dress! In third world countries corruption is at highest level, and money can even clear a person from killing someone, the case can be squashed by police only, before it goes to the court for its hearing
Holy run on sentence batman!!!
From a Radio Host
Heard on Radio (CFRB)
Guy (black) walking his date home (white) late night.
Cruiser pulls across from the steet and guy from inside yells,
"Maam! Do you need assistance????"
Heard on Radio (CFRB)
Guy (black) walking his date home (white) late night.
Cruiser pulls across from the steet and guy from inside yells,
"Maam! Do you need assistance????"
seanh012 169 points170 points171 points 3 months ago[-]
When I was first dabbling in the match.com stuff back in 2001, I hadn't yet figured out the whole demand-a-full-body-shot-with-some kind-of-evidence-it-was-taken-recently.
Went to meet her, she's a horrifying butter troll. I was completely misled. But whatever, I figured we can shoot some pool have a few beers, might as well make the best of it.
She follows me into the bathroom at one point and is literally pulling my pants off and trying to blow me. I'm resisting and she's clawing at me getting more aggressive. I finally had to just forcefully push her away and leave. I am not going to lead a chick like this on.
She chases me into the parking lot and is sobbing and grabbing at me trying to prevent me from leaving. Going on and on about how no one will stay with her. People are watching and just don't know what to think. I finally escape, and start getting late night phone calls about what an asshole I am and how she was going to get me.
When I was first dabbling in the match.com stuff back in 2001, I hadn't yet figured out the whole demand-a-full-body-shot-with-some kind-of-evidence-it-was-taken-recently.
Went to meet her, she's a horrifying butter troll. I was completely misled. But whatever, I figured we can shoot some pool have a few beers, might as well make the best of it.
She follows me into the bathroom at one point and is literally pulling my pants off and trying to blow me. I'm resisting and she's clawing at me getting more aggressive. I finally had to just forcefully push her away and leave. I am not going to lead a chick like this on.
She chases me into the parking lot and is sobbing and grabbing at me trying to prevent me from leaving. Going on and on about how no one will stay with her. People are watching and just don't know what to think. I finally escape, and start getting late night phone calls about what an asshole I am and how she was going to get me.
tim2o 58 points59 points60 points 3 months ago* [-]
Here's another horrible-turned-awesome story... kind of hard to sum up, sorry for the length.
So I meet this stunningly gorgeous girl a few years back at work, a job I had just landed there running the IT department. She tries to say hi to me every once in a while, but I'm uncharacteristically intimidated and usually only manage a one word muffled response before darting to hide a retarded grin. It takes me a couple months and a few shots of tequilla one night to call her up and ask her out. The first date goes suprisingly well, we talked for hours and really hit it off.
A couple weeks later, we decide to go out with another couple, and wander around till we end up at Bennigans. I ended up drinking 4 small beers (2 X 2-for-1's). I'm feeling fine and obviously not drunk by any definiton of the word, but who really knows how BALs actually work, with all the variables involved. We finish dinner and I start to take her back to my apartment where she's parked. I go to make a left turn onto the street where I live, crossing 2 oncoming lanes, and out of nowhere when we're about half-way across, this moped comes flying at us with its headlight off and smashes into my new car doing about 45mph.
The guy on the moped goes flying off, and I immediately start thinking what prison will be like after my DUI manslaughter conviction. I'm completely convinced not only have I blown it with her, but that I'm also in very deep shit for killing someone. I fully expect her to start losing her mind and screaming like I guessed most girls would... Suprisingly, she remains calm and runs out to see if he's ok while I sit frozen in horror, repeating over and over "holy shit, that guy's dead and I'm going to jail".
Ends up, the moped guy is on crack or something, totally sketched out of his mind and really paranoid about us calling the cops or an ambulance. He's a little bloodied, but walking and actually tries to start and take off on the moped, which is leaking gas and has all kinds of parts broken off.
The police show up quickly, since one was at a nearby gas station and noticed everyone in the middle of the road. Since the guy had no headlight, he's obviously intoxicated, and it ends up the moped is stolen, they don't focus on me much and luckily I just get a FTYROW ticket.
After all this, she actually offers to spend the night at my place for the first time... I was completely shocked. Fast forward 2 hours: best sex ever!
3 years later, we're married and our first child is due in February.
Lesson learned: some chicks really dig danger?
Here's another horrible-turned-awesome story... kind of hard to sum up, sorry for the length.
So I meet this stunningly gorgeous girl a few years back at work, a job I had just landed there running the IT department. She tries to say hi to me every once in a while, but I'm uncharacteristically intimidated and usually only manage a one word muffled response before darting to hide a retarded grin. It takes me a couple months and a few shots of tequilla one night to call her up and ask her out. The first date goes suprisingly well, we talked for hours and really hit it off.
A couple weeks later, we decide to go out with another couple, and wander around till we end up at Bennigans. I ended up drinking 4 small beers (2 X 2-for-1's). I'm feeling fine and obviously not drunk by any definiton of the word, but who really knows how BALs actually work, with all the variables involved. We finish dinner and I start to take her back to my apartment where she's parked. I go to make a left turn onto the street where I live, crossing 2 oncoming lanes, and out of nowhere when we're about half-way across, this moped comes flying at us with its headlight off and smashes into my new car doing about 45mph.
The guy on the moped goes flying off, and I immediately start thinking what prison will be like after my DUI manslaughter conviction. I'm completely convinced not only have I blown it with her, but that I'm also in very deep shit for killing someone. I fully expect her to start losing her mind and screaming like I guessed most girls would... Suprisingly, she remains calm and runs out to see if he's ok while I sit frozen in horror, repeating over and over "holy shit, that guy's dead and I'm going to jail".
Ends up, the moped guy is on crack or something, totally sketched out of his mind and really paranoid about us calling the cops or an ambulance. He's a little bloodied, but walking and actually tries to start and take off on the moped, which is leaking gas and has all kinds of parts broken off.
The police show up quickly, since one was at a nearby gas station and noticed everyone in the middle of the road. Since the guy had no headlight, he's obviously intoxicated, and it ends up the moped is stolen, they don't focus on me much and luckily I just get a FTYROW ticket.
After all this, she actually offers to spend the night at my place for the first time... I was completely shocked. Fast forward 2 hours: best sex ever!
3 years later, we're married and our first child is due in February.
Lesson learned: some chicks really dig danger?
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This one's kind of long, hope you're up for it.
I had met this girl at school, her name was Alex, very very cute, she was so cute that I never really thought she would go out with me, but I ended up just asking her for her phone number one day after class after some light flirting and she gave it to me no problem. I call her up a couple of days later and ask her to movie and a dinner with some friends, she says yes, I'm on cloud nine. I've never had a problem with the ladies, but it also feels nice to date someone you would normally consider out of your league...
The movie and dinner go awesomely, everything is perfect. We decide to get some ice cream from another store in the same plaza, but she hints on taking a shortcut around the back of the stores, it's a fairly safe neighborhood and I didn't really think anything of it since we we're having a really good conversation. I figure she might want to fool around back there anyway, so of course, I'm game. We start to go around the back and we're about 5 feet away from a dumpster when from out behind this dumpster a kid in a camouflage jacket pops out with a knife in his hand and just yells,
"Gimme your friggin' wallet, gimme your money, gimme your fu*king money!!!!"
I've never been mugged in my life and I'm half scared to death, I make sure my date is behind me and I tell him to just chill out, I'll happily give him what I've got, so while I'm reaching to get my wallet I can tell this kid is really antsy because he keeps moving and shift from side to side. He can hardly see us because a light is shining from behind us, but because of the angle of the wall we're in front of, he's hiding in the shadow of the wall at just the right angle. But since he keeps moving I can sometimes see his face in the light, and I start to think that I've see him before.
"Timmy? Timmy is that you??" I ask.
The kid crouches down hiding behind the light and I'm certain it's him because the Timmy I know and think it is acts like a crackhead just like this guy, even though he isn't. We go to the same high school and I've always thought he was kind of a natural crackhead...
"Timmy, I know it's you, it's me, Ben, quit it, get out of the light you moron..." I say.
Out of nowhere he springs up from his crouched position like freaking spider man and stabs me with his knife right in the side of my thigh, I had no time to react since I could hardly see him in the dark, I just start yelling out "YOU FREAKING MORON, IT'S ME, BEN, WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!?" At this point Alex is totally freaking out, she is screaming at the top of her lungs, and I fell down with her still crouching down behind me and I'm just yelling a bunch of explicatives over and over again.
So he finally lets his face show in the light, and starts to reason and starts to act more normal while I'm still yelling and Alex is freaking out and he's like "aww crap, I'm really sorry, man, i didn't know it was you, I'm really sorry, man, oh no..." I can tell he's really worried but i could care less since i've just been STABBED. So I yell from him to call 911, to get me an ambulance and he's like 'ummm... yeah.... ok.. uh..." and he takes out his phone and starts to dial but stops and says "but uhh.. hey, listen.. uhh... i'm still going to uhh, you know... i want your wallet, man..."
There is a dead moment of silence of disbelief from me and Alex upon hearing what he said, it last about 5 seconds in which she stops screaming and crying and I stop thinking about the pain in my thigh and I yell "I KNOW WHERE YOU FCKING LIVE TIMMY, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME??!!? YOUR DAD GOLFS WHERE I WORK YOU FCKING IDIOT!!!" He then starts to get really antsy grabbing his head and pulling his hair, just saying "oh no, oh no, what did i do, what did i do..." While Alex is calling an ambulance for me, he eventually runs off into the back alley.
The ambulance comes pretty quickly, everything heals ok, the cut wasn't that deep and it didn't cut anything major. I didn't really have time to call Alex after that whole ordeal, dealing with the police, hospital visits and school, so I kind of lost contact except for a few quick phone calls here and there. Two weeks after that night the police tell me Alex had been in on the whole thing, she had coerced Timmy into mugging me and they were going to split the money. She had already done it to two other guys but I was the first to recognize him, hence the making with the stabbing on Timmy's part.
Timmy went to jail, and 5 years later, last I heard he works at the mall selling Nextel. Alex got probation and last I heard got knocked up by her dad. Srsly.
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[deleted] 1619 points1620 points1621 points 3 months ago* [-]
This one's kind of long, hope you're up for it.
I had met this girl at school, her name was Alex, very very cute, she was so cute that I never really thought she would go out with me, but I ended up just asking her for her phone number one day after class after some light flirting and she gave it to me no problem. I call her up a couple of days later and ask her to movie and a dinner with some friends, she says yes, I'm on cloud nine. I've never had a problem with the ladies, but it also feels nice to date someone you would normally consider out of your league...
The movie and dinner go awesomely, everything is perfect. We decide to get some ice cream from another store in the same plaza, but she hints on taking a shortcut around the back of the stores, it's a fairly safe neighborhood and I didn't really think anything of it since we we're having a really good conversation. I figure she might want to fool around back there anyway, so of course, I'm game. We start to go around the back and we're about 5 feet away from a dumpster when from out behind this dumpster a kid in a camouflage jacket pops out with a knife in his hand and just yells,
"Gimme your friggin' wallet, gimme your money, gimme your fu*king money!!!!"
I've never been mugged in my life and I'm half scared to death, I make sure my date is behind me and I tell him to just chill out, I'll happily give him what I've got, so while I'm reaching to get my wallet I can tell this kid is really antsy because he keeps moving and shift from side to side. He can hardly see us because a light is shining from behind us, but because of the angle of the wall we're in front of, he's hiding in the shadow of the wall at just the right angle. But since he keeps moving I can sometimes see his face in the light, and I start to think that I've see him before.
"Timmy? Timmy is that you??" I ask.
The kid crouches down hiding behind the light and I'm certain it's him because the Timmy I know and think it is acts like a crackhead just like this guy, even though he isn't. We go to the same high school and I've always thought he was kind of a natural crackhead...
"Timmy, I know it's you, it's me, Ben, quit it, get out of the light you moron..." I say.
Out of nowhere he springs up from his crouched position like freaking spider man and stabs me with his knife right in the side of my thigh, I had no time to react since I could hardly see him in the dark, I just start yelling out "YOU FREAKING MORON, IT'S ME, BEN, WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!?" At this point Alex is totally freaking out, she is screaming at the top of her lungs, and I fell down with her still crouching down behind me and I'm just yelling a bunch of explicatives over and over again.
So he finally lets his face show in the light, and starts to reason and starts to act more normal while I'm still yelling and Alex is freaking out and he's like "aww crap, I'm really sorry, man, i didn't know it was you, I'm really sorry, man, oh no..." I can tell he's really worried but i could care less since i've just been STABBED. So I yell from him to call 911, to get me an ambulance and he's like 'ummm... yeah.... ok.. uh..." and he takes out his phone and starts to dial but stops and says "but uhh.. hey, listen.. uhh... i'm still going to uhh, you know... i want your wallet, man..."
There is a dead moment of silence of disbelief from me and Alex upon hearing what he said, it last about 5 seconds in which she stops screaming and crying and I stop thinking about the pain in my thigh and I yell "I KNOW WHERE YOU FCKING LIVE TIMMY, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME??!!? YOUR DAD GOLFS WHERE I WORK YOU FCKING IDIOT!!!" He then starts to get really antsy grabbing his head and pulling his hair, just saying "oh no, oh no, what did i do, what did i do..." While Alex is calling an ambulance for me, he eventually runs off into the back alley.
The ambulance comes pretty quickly, everything heals ok, the cut wasn't that deep and it didn't cut anything major. I didn't really have time to call Alex after that whole ordeal, dealing with the police, hospital visits and school, so I kind of lost contact except for a few quick phone calls here and there. Two weeks after that night the police tell me Alex had been in on the whole thing, she had coerced Timmy into mugging me and they were going to split the money. She had already done it to two other guys but I was the first to recognize him, hence the making with the stabbing on Timmy's part.
Timmy went to jail, and 5 years later, last I heard he works at the mall selling Nextel. Alex got probation and last I heard got knocked up by her dad. Srsly.
Worst? I don't know, but up there:
Pretty hot chick, contact her on MSN, pictures look great, although I have kind of a feeling... but hey she's hot, so why not? So we meet up, she does look good, but as the night unfolds she starts to reveal a little about herself. For starters, that she's pregnant. Second, that her boyfriend is a drug dealer--actually that they were a little team selling coke together, though he's the main dealer. Third, that she lives in a housing project. And so it goes. Eventually she confesses she figures her loser BF can't provide for the baby so she's looking for someone more stable, then she says he's a violent guy so she wants to keep it hush hush.
Too much drama even for me!
Pretty hot chick, contact her on MSN, pictures look great, although I have kind of a feeling... but hey she's hot, so why not? So we meet up, she does look good, but as the night unfolds she starts to reveal a little about herself. For starters, that she's pregnant. Second, that her boyfriend is a drug dealer--actually that they were a little team selling coke together, though he's the main dealer. Third, that she lives in a housing project. And so it goes. Eventually she confesses she figures her loser BF can't provide for the baby so she's looking for someone more stable, then she says he's a violent guy so she wants to keep it hush hush.
Too much drama even for me!
