My worst date ever was with a guy who took me to Pizza Hut in Ashland. After the bill came he said as loud as he could, Holy Crap!!! Your for sure putting out tonight!!! It didn't end there. I wanted to go home right then. I was embarrassed. He then took me to the Ashland mall were he bought himself a pair of Jeans and a music CD. It was too late for us to go to the movies due to we both had to be at work really early the next morning. So he said, Lets go back to your place and listen to my CD. I was fine with that because I was ready to end the date after dinner. We got to my house and he asked for the stereo. I pulled out my boom box. He said, "That's your stereo". Yes I replied. he said oh forget it. Lets watch TV. I didn't have cable so I asked him what movie he wanted to watch. He said you dont have cable? I said no. He then said do you get food stamps or a welfare check? Your poor you should try and get that stuff. You could definitely get it if you tried. I ended up asking him to leave and not ever come back. Talk about a Jerk. From what I understand he is still a jerk today.

I never enter any contests like this due to the fact that I really have had quite the uneventful life,but after hearing the context of which this one is based I felt compelled to share my unfortunate luck with you. I was set up by a friend to go on a blind date with a hooters waitress whom we will refer to as kim. I agreed and picked her up on a friday night. We went out for a nice dinner and some cocktails and had planned on going out on the town afterwards. During dinner our conversation was great and the vibe was there except that every 10 minutes or so she was going to the rest room. I thought maybe she was just checking in with her friends and didn't want me to know what she was saying. Come to find out after the fact she was on drugs which would explain the outcome of the rest of the evening. We finished dinner and she had apparently had way too much to drink so rather than going out she had asked me to her apartment to have some drinks and maybe a movie. We went to her house and had a few beers and all was fine. We kissed a few times and then she suggested we do some lemon drop shots. I agreed so she went to the kitchen and started making them. About 5 minutes went by and I decided to see what she was doing or if she needed any help,at which time she shouted an explicit phrase. I rushed the rest of the way into the kitchen to see she had cut her finger while slicing the lemons. I politely reached around her to try and see how bad it was when she went completely bonkers on me. She slapped my arm away and screamed "don't you dare touch me." I pulled back in shock and before I had any time to gather my thoughts she turned and thrust the pearing knife completely into my left bicep. I didn't know exactly what happened or how to react so I just headed for the door. It was about half way to the door when I realized that I had a knife sticking out of my arm, I freaked. I looked back on my way out to see her with another knife coming my way, needless to say I ran to my car and left quickly. I called the police and told them the story. They went to her residence to I guess get her side of what happened. It was about 30 min and the officer came back and said that when he went into her apartment she was watching the tv and said she had no recollection of the stabbing. Regardless I pressed charges, she was convicted of malicious wounding and sentenced to three yrs jail and 5yrs probation. I haven't heard from her since thankfully and have also vowed to no longer accept a blind date offer nor date a hooters waitress. I apologize for the lengthy essay but I feel it was the only way you would completely understand exactly how that unfortunate night unfolded. This may not qualify as the worst date out of all your entries but let me assure you that it easily qualifies as the worst night of my life. I thank you for your patience and hope to hear from you soon, william hackman.

I was married at the time. We were attending a couples? seminar over the course of several weekends, and one assignment was for the man to take his spouse on a date. The instructor didn't come right out and say it, but based on the context of what we had been studying that weekend, everyone understood that this date was to pamper and show appreciation for your spouse... everyone understood that except, apparently, my husband. All week long I looked forward to our evening out, which wasn?t a common occurrence with us, and wondered what delights might me in store for me. But instead of giving a single thought to what I might enjoy doing, my spouse treated me to an evening of his own favorite activities, including dinner at the restaurant that specialized in shellfish, to which I am horribly allergic... But it wasn't bad enough that I had to live through this terribly disappointing and hurtful date the first time, but I then had to re-live the humiliation as he told our experience in front of all the other couples the following weekend. I was SO embarrassed for him; for us! While all these other husbands related how they had thought it all through and made extra efforts to get things just right, and how much their wife had appreciated it? mine commended himself on his thriftiness of having used two-for-one coupons, and joked about the fact that I was limited to ordering fish at his favorite eatery, and congratulated me on being such a good sport about it. ((needless to say, we are no longer together)

When I was in college, I went out with a guy that was recommended to me by a friend. He took me to Pizza Hut. While I was looking over the menu to order, he flopped down a ten dollar bill on the table. When I looked up he said, "This is all I got so let's keep the order light." When I offered to go dutch, he responded by telling me that he was the man and he asked me out so I was not going to help pay for the date. Needless to say, we had 2 waters and a small pizza of which he did not eat but glared at me from across the table.

My worst date happened in High School, many years ago. I was a chubby girl, had lots of friends but not your typical dream girl. I was invited to go to a party by a really popular, handsome boy. I couldn't wait to tell my mom and we went shopping for that perfect outfit, I had to go many different places because back in the 70's they didn't have stores that sold stylish clothes for "plus size" girls. Everything looked like something your grandmother rejected. Well, I finally found a suitable outfit, and anxiously awaited Sat. night. I was given directions to the house and my mom dropped me off. My date met me at the door and escorted me to the basement where the other guest were mingleing. After a few refreshments, and chit-chat the host started passing out numbers to the girls and their dates had matching numbers. If your number was called you went and stood beside your date. I thought the whole thing was strange but me and two other girls got to go stand by our hansome dates. Then it was announced,"Congrats #6 you have come in second place", I got a sash and a pig nose. I had been invited to a pig party and my date had come in second place for bringing the next to fattest girl to the party. I called my mom and left sobbing. The only revenge was I saw my date some years later and he said' " Did you used to be Paula from Ashland", and I said yes, "Did you used to be Jackass". I looked stunning, and he looked like crap.

For the record, I hate blind dates. A friend talked me into going out with this nice guy she knew. I was shy, so we texted for about a week, b4 we finally chatted on the phone. He wanted to take me out on a date and the weekend ahead was the only good time because he was leaving for Florida that following Monday for a month trip to visit family. I was having my son's Halloween party on Saturday so the only night we had was Friday. The plan was to go out to dinner, come back to my house and help me decorate for the party and watch a movie. When he picked me up, we went to O'Charley's. I thought we were hitting things off really nicely. When we got seated for dinner, he was talking about his hobby was Rooster fighting. Of course, I disagreed. So that put tension in the air. We got our food and he said that he had to take out his teeth to eat. I thought he was kidding. Well he wasn't. He took out his partial dentures and put them on the table as we were eating. So there I was trying to eat and look at his teeth at the same time. After he finished eating, he excused himself to the bathroom. He was gone forever and ever and ever. I thought I was dumped. We he finally got back to the table, he said "it's nothing to do with you, but I am not feeling into a movie tonight". So I was polite and said maybe another night. He then put back in his dentures b4 we left the table. He drove me back to my house, and I asked if he was gonna walk me to the door. He said "if he had to". I said no, that is OK. I can find my way. He didn't even try to kiss me or anything. He promised to call the night day. A week later and he still never called. And I was sad, because I thought he wasn't attracted to me. Then I thought about it. He took out his dentures and put them on the table at ur first date. I should be thankful he never called again. And to this day, I have yet to set back in O'Charley's again. And it has been 2 years since this date. So I was home by 8:30. I had to decorate the house for the party myself and I had friends calling the next day asking about my date. I had to retell the whole story all over again. I don't know if this is the worst date in the tri-state, but boy, it sure was the worst for me. April

Well, I thought I would never have to tell this story again. Back in 1988 I let a friend set me up on a blind date. What a mistake. This guy in which case I can't remember his name was something else. I meet him at my place of employeement at the time because I had a back up just in case we didn't click. I was going to tell him that I was called in to work. When I got to the parking lot he was standing outside his vechicle which was a nice black camaro. he was short and looked like a dork. I went any ways. He took me to eat at the Florence Mall. In its eatery. then after that i thought a movie, well I was wrong he took me to walk around a pet store. Not a park or anywhere else, a pet store. I then thought cheap butt. I have to go into work this evening can you please take me back. He did. He asked for my number, of course I gave a fake one. Two days later, my friend that set us up said he thought I was beautiful but i had a high forhead. Although i had that flaw he wanted me to meet his parents. I told my friend heck no. One week later my friend said he was real depressed and comment suicide. I felt terrible. Needless to say, I never went on another blind date. well that the awful but true story. Sincerly,Teresa Curnutte

Ah, college. I have many good memories, involving good times with good friends. This, however, is not one of those stories. Unless you're one of my friends, then you love laughing at this story and my misery. I'd had a couple classes with a guy who I thought was cute, so when he eventually asked me if I'd like to get together for a movie that weekend, I accepted. Worse case scenario I thought was just getting to know the guy a little better, even if there weren't any sparks there. And hey, I'd get to wear my new dress that I loved. It couldn't be miserable. Impossible. He was just a normal, seemingly decent guy. Once we arrived at the movies, I excused myself to use the restroom. Once I came back, he asked what I might like to see. I didn't really have a preference, which I said as I looked over my options. Before I finished my options, he excitedly announced, "Well, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy is out today!" I responded without thinking, telling him I'd never heard of it. I think the world stopped for a moment, while he stared at me with disgust. He then accounted that he'd actually already gotten the tickets while I was in the restroom, he thought I'd love to see it. I tell him that's fine, but I still had no idea what it was. He was obviously uncomfortable that I had no idea what this movie was. For the next 20 minutes, he schooled me in its magic, how it was based on a book, things about the author, throwing in a random jab here and there about how he can't believe what kind of school system I went to if I knew nothing of this wonderful book turned movie. I stood there, eating some nachos & wondering if I would survive this date. Every time I tried to change the topic, he ignored me & went on about the movie we were about to see. As I stared at my nacho cheese, pondering the other things I could have done that day, such as clean my bathroom, he made sure to remind me that he'd like me to finish eating those before the movie because he didn't want me eating to be a distraction for me or anyone around me, because this was a "very important event." He insisted on the perfect seats. I was told where to sit. He explained to me that he didn't mind comments in movies usually, but this was "about to be an amazing experience for both of us" so I should just stay quiet, anything I don't understand he'd be happy to explain to me over dinner. If it hadn't been so crowded and I hadn't been sitting by a wall, I would have just made my exit. Isn't like he would have noticed. The movie started and in the first few seconds as the credit were coming up, there were a few scratching sounds in the movie. He became irate. Loudly complaining that this was ruining his experience, and that he was going to go complain and demand that they restart it even thought the credits hadn't appeared on the screen. I talk him down, telling him it wasn't a big deal & nothing to make a scene about, everything would be fine, pointing out that the picture was perfect now & the credits were just starting. At that point he looked at me like I'd just shot Bambi by thinking it wasn't a big deal, but he agreed not to storm out & complain. He spent the next few minutes groaning and moaning, loudly showing his disapproval at the screen issues. I wondered if the people around us thought he was passing some sort of kidney stone or something. I then sat through 45 hours of the most boring movie ever made. OK, I have no idea how long it was, I actually fell asleep a few times, as my date talked to himself about the "magic" of the movie, whispered to himself about how that was too different than he'd prefer, and so on. I survived it though and that?s all that mattered as the lights came back up. I'd convinced myself that this had to get better, it had to. I was optimistic actually. Until I looked at my date, that is. He was hysterically crying. I don't mean a few tears down his face. I mean hysterically crying, can?t catch his breath crying, wailing basically while people stared. I'm all for men showing emotions, but I prefer it when they have a reason to show said emotion. I ask what's wrong, & he's finally able to choke out, "that'it was his DREAM!" talking about the author of the book having his book turned into a movie. He continued his snot fest out of the theatre and towards the car. He asked if I wanted dinner. At that point, I needed a drink & I basically felt like I was owed a dinner for dealing with him and his water works. He then takes me a small restaurant, which doesn't serve drinks. He must have read my mind. On the drive over and during our meal, he continued to break out into tears from time to time, with me handing him a couple tissues I carried with me. During our meal, the waitress finally asked us if everything was alright, because he seemed so upset. She then got then entire story on the movie and its magic, plus the complaint that it should have been a series of movies instead of just one movie. While he went on & on about it, she looked at me with sad eyes I'll never forget. I ate as fast as possible, reminding him to eat as well as he continued telling me the story of the book, how the movie was made, the authors entire life story, and, you guessed it, crying here & there throughout the story. He only stopped crying when he realized that I myself had not shed a tear. He asked why I was so cold. I told him I wasn't cold, just bored & it just wasn't my type of movie really. At that point, he was done with me, I could just tell. I hadn't passed his test, which was fine with me. I'd been worried if I had. The good news was that made him stop crying, so I was happy about that at least. I was able to make my exit and I thought it was done and over with. I thought he couldn't think much of me since he thought it was weird that I wasn't emotional about it as well, so I figured I was safe & would never have to worry about his advances in the future. I was wrong. The next week, he showed up in my class, a class I didn't even have with him, with the book. He signed his full name in it "with love" in the front cover. He went on to tell me that he'd love to educate me about that & other fine literature, he felt as though "we were suppose to meet" to "help" me & he figured I'd be interested in that idea as well and wanted to know what I was doing for lunch. I thanked him, but told him I really wasn't interested in that idea. He stared at me for a moment, then took the book out of my hands, and announced "you will never find anyone like me again" as he walked out of the room. He never spoke to me again in any class. And he was right, I never found anyone like him again. Thank goodness for that. I don't always have tissues. And I never wore that dress again.

My worst date ever would have to be my wedding night. I was 17 and my husband 18. It was one week before I started my senior year of hight school. Our daughter was 2 months old. We had $20 to our name, that a neighbor gave us, and so we were going to be living with his parents. We got married then went to the movies and seen Jason Goes to Hell at the movies and went to McDonalds afterwards and ate a VERY cheap meal. Having no more money we then went home,(to his parents house) and went to bed. HAHA!!! Now that was the worst date ever. Can't wait till we renew our vows. Maybe we can go to a movie and a nice resturaunt next time. lol

I was set up on a date with my siter's boyfriends cousin. I always wanted to go out with him and had a crush on him for a couple of years. Well that night all he did was pick me up and took me up to some long dead end road and tried to make out with me the whole time. I had to fight him off like he was the plague finally he seen that this was going no where he took me home and told his cousin (which was my sister's boyfriend) he tried every line in the book and could get no where with me. After that I could not stand the site of that boy and it changed my whole outlook on guys.

On a whim me and several employees decided to go to a local club. I was asked by a girl that worked next to my store if she and I could ride together. She had asked me out several times, but we never made it. I lived close so we decided she would pick me up. It happened to be ladies night and women drank half price, so this girl drank like it was her last night on earth. The next thing I know all her friends were gone and I was now responsible for someone I only knew by first name. I took her keys and put her in the car. Before we got 3 city blocks she threw up 4 times. I had no idea where she lived or who to call, so I had no other choice but to take her to my apartment. I had a townhouse and had to walk her up a flight of stairs to the bathroom to shower and change her into some of my clothes. I put her on my sofa and went to get a blanket for myself so I could sleep in chair beside her. I was afraid to leave her alone. As I descended the stairs a fowl odor hit me. I went to the bottom of the steps and found her on all fours on the floor. I asked her what did you do? Her response (which will be burned into my head for eternity) was "I pooed". For the next 2 hours in work boots and yellow gloves dish gloves I cleaned up her second gift to me that evening. I can only say she must have walked over every square inch of my living room before finally landing in the middle of the floor. The next day she had no recollection of her actions. She did however let me know she was on a liquid diet and hand not had solid foods for a over a week. I gave her three bags of soiled laundry for her to take home and wash. A week later I received the laundry at my door. We never spoke again. I believe the soiled laundry brought back that memory of what had to be the most humiliating night of her life.

Some "friends" wanted to set me up on a blind date which I really did not want to do. First of all when they told me his name was Dexter that should have said it all! Well we all meet at a local bowling alley to start the evening about 1/2 hour after arriving I look up and here he comes OMG he is wearing high water blue jeans white socks and black patent leather shoes. And I thought these were my friends. Needless to say the evening did not last long.

It was a blind date... We met at a park and chatted a bit. We decided to go get something to eat (each driving our own cars) and rather than go to the restaurant he left me and went home! He wouldn't answer his cell phone so I had no idea what happened. He apparently felt bad and called two days later to see if I wanted to meet again... Ummmm NO!

This was a blind date, my friends said he is a Great guy, you two will really hit it off. First of all, we met in the Walmart parking lot. He was in a truck, no problem with trucks.. but he had his dog with him. a very large, very furry.. shedding dog! The dog seemed ok, not aggressive or anything like that, So I got in. We drove away, ending up at a local donut shop, where he bought me a cup of coffee, I don't drink coffee. we were there nearly 2 hours as he regaled me with stories of how great he was, how admired he was and should be. I was nearly ready to start walking back to walmart by the time we left, we proceeded to the park, where he let the dog out to run, this lasted about another 20 or so minutes, all the while, yes, he continued talking about himself. The dog managed to finish whatever it was he was doing, and jumped back into the truck. He decided he liked me. showing his affection by blowing his dog breath into my ear. I scooted as far away as I could, but the dog decided to climb on my lap. My so called date thought nothing of this. I managed to keep my cool for the remainder of the trip back to my car, even though the front of my blouse was wet from dripping drool, and my slacks were covered with black and white hair, the dog could have used a bath, and I'm not so sure the Date could have used one as well. Needless to say, My friends heard a long..LONG recital about never setting me up again.

I was 15 when out with my 2 x boyfriends at the same time we drove up to columbia Ohio to pick up guy for me we didnt like each other .then of x's was having his way a girl in the back seat while was in the front seat then my other x wanted me made in the front seat while other behind i say no,so he got mad got out of the car i try to get out of the car,but he wouldn't let me out so i didn't want listening to what they were behind so i turn on radio to drown out what they doing.the girl left then we were driving back home they call my mom told her we were running late she told them to pullover and take a nap before hitting home ,so we did ,but i had to stay a wake until the sun came up.that was the longest night ever . they were brothers.

Blind Date Diaster!!! After talking briefly on the phone for two weeks I decided to go out on a blind date with a guy that seemed to be nice. When we met at a local public place, he told me that he had bought me a gift that afternoon and went to his car to retrieve it. while standing there i'm thinking , oh how nice, it was going to be this beautiful bunch of flowers, but to my surprise, and it was a surprise.... he handed me a gift bag and insisted that I look to see what was in the gift bag. Well, in the bag was a mask, a can of "so hot" body spray and a pair of tights. Needless to say , I was standing there speechless, the only thing I could say to him at that time was buddy, if you are looking for "trick" or "treat" you need to knock on someone else's door. I guess I should be glad that this happened before going into the restaurant and that I didn't have to suffer through the date. And this is my worst blind date story.

I just turned 18 and was finally able to go out on my first date ever. The guy said we would see a movie and have dinner. When he picked me up he had bought us McDonalds and rented us some kind of war movie. He then drove me over to the liquor store so he could get him some whiskey. He then drove me to his house, and we watched the movie. He then proceeded to get me so drunk, that I passed out. I then woke up to throwing up on his bedroom floor and myself. He ended up having to help me clean up. He then ended up taking advantage of me. It was the worst night of my life and definetly the worst date ever.

It took me a long time to ask this really nice looking guy out ...Well anyways, I finally got the nerve and he said yes ,well I like to drink so I showed up at the lake with a six pack and he showed up with a bible ,well needless to say the night ended short....lol

Honestly, the worst date is a toss up between the time I got left at the fire station, the time I was brought to the top of a mountain where he pulled a gun on me and the time I dated the cry-baby!!! The gun story is way too much drama, so I opted for the funny story! It was a cold New Jersey night in 1992. I was a newly divorced single mother and looking forward to my first time "clubbing" in Philadelphia in many years! David came to pick me up in his white New Yorker (new at the time). My first impression was he was very much a virile gentleman until.....we got about 3 miles up the road!! He pulled over when he realized one of his headlights had not popped up when he started the car (they rose up out of the hood). He got back in the car, told me what was wrong and burst in to tears! Having been previously married to a virile, burly Marine for six years, I could not believe my eyes and assumed he was joking! As he continued, he whined about how the whole evening was ruined, how things like this always happen to him, how he just couldnt take anymore and blah blah blah!! I said "Dave, we can still go on our date, just fix it tomorrow!" But, Lord NO! He kept whining and literally crying so I suggested we stop at a store and get a fuse! Well, he wouldnt drive the car an inch without that one head light, nor did he want to ruin his new leather shoes to walk 4 blocks to the 7/11. So, there I went, if nothing else, just to shut him up, in my stretchy black mini-skirt, high heels, cream colored silk blouse, new hair do unraveling in the 23 degree snowy weather walking to the 7/11 to get this fuse! I finally get back and he has no clue where it goes......I had a few good ideas for a place I could put it (haha). Anyway, my ex-marine husband was a car-project nut so I knew what needed to be done! There I was in my mini-skirt, heels and silk blouse, on the side of a highway laying across the front seat/dash putting the fuse in the fuse box! Of couse, it worked and all was well! Except I was already ready to go home! That was my only request...take me home PLEASE!! I would have walked a country mile in my attire that night just to make him stop crying and have him leave the area!!! Years later I heard he became a cop....psh!!! Now that is something I would pay good money to see........LOL LOL Have a great day and hope you found this amusing!!!

We went to the George Jones Conway Twitty and Vern Gosdan Concert, we took his pregnant sister I drove cause he was drinking, got a speeding ticket on the way, went to chi chis for dinner and a fight broke out in the parking lot and since all the employees went out side Cheepa decides we are going to dine and dash. Then at the concert I had to go to the bathroom with him so he wouln't get lost and we had to wait in line for more beer and I missed Verns' whole show. On the way home (b4 cell phones) we run out of gas and had to walk home in the snow in heals about 2 miles. Then I married him?????

Being 51, divorced since 2005, & previously married 25+ years, my bad experiences started with internet dating. One of my worst involved meeting a man from Ona, WV, who seemed harmless enough through emails, but when I met him for a golf date near the Huntington Mall, my visions of a handsome, intelligent educator soon faded to one of a man with emotional problems. As he opened my car door for me near the golf course where I met him, he reached down to attempt to kiss me as I was sickened to see green snot hanging out his left nostril. Things only progressed to worse when he groped me on the golf course while trying to instruct me in driving the ball. I thought my nightmares might improve when he took me to a restaurant. Unfortunately, my bad experience worsened as he ordered beer after beer & soon became intoxicated. After knocking off his fork on the floor, he reached down to swipe it up, brushed it off, and said, oh well, 3 second rule, & then continued to eat with it. I thought I would vomit. I hurriedly excused myself to the restroom, & hastily complained that I felt ill & had to leave for home. He looked hurt, but I avoided another drunken smooch my way, shook his hand, and thanked him for the lunch as I rushed to my Cavalier. Even though I continued to receive Match.com emails wanting another date, I decided to move on to other winks, and flirts, and finally resorted to another website. Dating at middle age, I decided, could only improve. Other experiences only proved my thoughts to be wrong.