Bad First Dates

[Jbro]

One time a pimp kicked the door in and said I had only paid for a 30 minute date (it had been 31 minutes). I had no more cash and left with blue balls.

[Mr. Scot]

Guess which 2 she was?!?! Boo which 2 are you?

Wonder what the guy version of that would look like.

[Kitten Diver]

Wonder what the guy version of that would look like.

I honestly think it's the same.

[blackcatgrowl]

Well, not a first date story... but a bad date...

Started seeing this girl at work. Yeah, I know, it was stupid move, but she was pretty hot.

We'd gone out twice before and things seemed to be going real well. So we go out for dinner, then go walking around a park as the sun was setting. We got real intimate on a park fountain ledge that's sitting height. She says it's getting late and asks if I want to go back to her place.

I'm thinking it's score time. We continue the park scene on her back porch, then move to her living room. For a good couple hours we use her couch like a back seat of a car. 1st base, 2nd, 3rd, lots of playing around. I'm about to move in for a home run... and she stops me.

I was really confused at this point. We were having a really good time, everything was going smooth. Her living room was like a sauna from all the heat we were giving off. I say.. "What's wrong. Is there a problem? I have protection." She says "No... I just don't want to have sex tonight."

I try to play it off. I said it was cool. Then she says.. "Well, I guess you better get going." She walks me to the door and gives me one hell of a kiss.

But two+ hours of fooling around had the blood pumping... when I got in my car, all that messing around flipped to rage... I realized she was just teasing me. I peeled out of her cul-de-sac and felt like blowing something up.

The next week at work, I called her to make plans for another date. She turned me down! And that was it. We never talked again.

To this day, I don't know what the hell it was that turned her off or stopped her.

[Kitten Diver]

Ill take the bottom 2 for 500 alex

lemme holla at cha :ihih:

[Zcustom]

Guess which 2 she was?!?! Boo which 2 are you?

That's fuging great!! and True!

My women have to be intelligent and good looking, oh boy

[Zcustom]

and there are no emotionally stable women, they don't exist

[Captroop]

My boss set me up on a date with a bartender he knew very well. I had just got out of a relationship, so I figured I'd actually take her out and see what happens.

She was alright. Pocket-sized, petite, smoker's teeth, which I was willing to overlook because she had a great body.

I decide to take her to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse (Yeah I know, I never take date's out to expensive restaurants for a first date, but my boss set me up, so I've got to really knock this girl's socks off). This girl had the least refined palatte I've ever seen in my life. She asked the waiter if they can just bring her a chicken breast and macaroni and cheese. Upon being informed that Ruth's Chris doesn't have mac 'n cheese, she settles on the fries.

Then we go walking through D.C. Which was gorgeous, especially at night, when no one is on the streets. Then I make the mistake of wallking her to the war memorials. At the WWII Memorial, she kicks off he shoes and bathes her feet in the pool.

Then we take a small detour while she pisses on the side of a building. Me, being the gentlemen that I am, hold her purse, and distract two approaching police officers by asking them directions.

Then we walk to the Korean War memorial, which is a mural of etched faces. She starts touching all the faces, and I mean ever single damned face on the memorial. About 20 minutes into this process I ask her what's going on, and she informs me that you can absorb someone's energy by touching their picture. Then she stops at one face, and stares at it for about a minute. Again, I ask what's going on. She remarks, and here I quote, "This man had a story to tell...and it was a sad story." No shiz, sweetheart, he died in the fuggin Korean War. I doubt anyone on this wall has a real heartwarming story to tell.

On the drive home, she sings Les Miserables... All of it.

[hepcat]

My boss set me up on a date with a bartender he knew very well. I had just got out of a relationship, so I figured I'd actually take her out and see what happens.

She was alright. Pocket-sized, petite, smoker's teeth, which I was willing to overlook because she had a great body.

I decide to take her to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse (Yeah I know, I never take date's out to expensive restaurants for a first date, but my boss set me up, so I've got to really knock this girl's socks off). This girl had the least refined palatte I've ever seen in my life. She asked the waiter if they can just bring her a chicken breast and macaroni and cheese. Upon being informed that Ruth's Chris doesn't have mac 'n cheese, she settles on the fries.

Then we go walking through D.C. Which was gorgeous, especially at night, when no one is on the streets. Then I make the mistake of wallking her to the war memorials. At the WWII Memorial, she kicks off he shoes and bathes her feet in the pool.

Then we take a small detour while she pisses on the side of a building. Me, being the gentlemen that I am, hold her purse, and distract two approaching police officers by asking them directions.

Then we walk to the Korean War memorial, which is a mural of etched faces. She starts touching all the faces, and I mean ever single damned face on the memorial. About 20 minutes into this process I ask her what's going on, and she informs me that you can absorb someone's energy by touching their picture. Then she stops at one face, and stares at it for about a minute. Again, I ask what's going on. She remarks, and here I quote, "This man had a story to tell...and it was a sad story." No shiz, sweetheart, he died in the fuggin Korean War. I doubt anyone on this wall has a real heartwarming story to tell.

On the drive home, she sings Les Miserables... All of it.

Can peeing in an alleyway be fun? Discuss.

[boo7382]

My boss set me up on a date with a bartender he knew very well. I had just got out of a relationship, so I figured I'd actually take her out and see what happens.

She was alright. Pocket-sized, petite, smoker's teeth, which I was willing to overlook because she had a great body.

I decide to take her to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse (Yeah I know, I never take date's out to expensive restaurants for a first date, but my boss set me up, so I've got to really knock this girl's socks off). This girl had the least refined palatte I've ever seen in my life. She asked the waiter if they can just bring her a chicken breast and macaroni and cheese. Upon being informed that Ruth's Chris doesn't have mac 'n cheese, she settles on the fries.

Then we go walking through D.C. Which was gorgeous, especially at night, when no one is on the streets. Then I make the mistake of wallking her to the war memorials. At the WWII Memorial, she kicks off he shoes and bathes her feet in the pool.

Then we take a small detour while she pisses on the side of a building. Me, being the gentlemen that I am, hold her purse, and distract two approaching police officers by asking them directions.

Then we walk to the Korean War memorial, which is a mural of etched faces. She starts touching all the faces, and I mean ever single damned face on the memorial. About 20 minutes into this process I ask her what's going on, and she informs me that you can absorb someone's energy by touching their picture. Then she stops at one face, and stares at it for about a minute. Again, I ask what's going on. She remarks, and here I quote, "This man had a story to tell...and it was a sad story." No shiz, sweetheart, he died in the fuggin Korean War. I doubt anyone on this wall has a real heartwarming story to tell.

On the drive home, she sings Les Miserables... All of it.

wow. she sounds classy. and fuging weird. too much paint thinner

[Jbro]

My boss set me up on a date with a bartender he knew very well. I had just got out of a relationship, so I figured I'd actually take her out and see what happens.

She was alright. Pocket-sized, petite, smoker's teeth, which I was willing to overlook because she had a great body.

I decide to take her to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse (Yeah I know, I never take date's out to expensive restaurants for a first date, but my boss set me up, so I've got to really knock this girl's socks off). This girl had the least refined palatte I've ever seen in my life. She asked the waiter if they can just bring her a chicken breast and macaroni and cheese. Upon being informed that Ruth's Chris doesn't have mac 'n cheese, she settles on the fries.

Then we go walking through D.C. Which was gorgeous, especially at night, when no one is on the streets. Then I make the mistake of wallking her to the war memorials. At the WWII Memorial, she kicks off he shoes and bathes her feet in the pool.

Then we take a small detour while she pisses on the side of a building. Me, being the gentlemen that I am, hold her purse, and distract two approaching police officers by asking them directions.

Then we walk to the Korean War memorial, which is a mural of etched faces. She starts touching all the faces, and I mean ever single damned face on the memorial. About 20 minutes into this process I ask her what's going on, and she informs me that you can absorb someone's energy by touching their picture. Then she stops at one face, and stares at it for about a minute. Again, I ask what's going on. She remarks, and here I quote, "This man had a story to tell...and it was a sad story." No shiz, sweetheart, he died in the fuggin Korean War. I doubt anyone on this wall has a real heartwarming story to tell.

On the drive home, she sings Les Miserables... All of it.

Was the 2nd date better?

[Captroop]

Was the 2nd date better?

Much worse. We ate at Olive Garden

[Matt Foley]

My boss set me up on a date with a bartender he knew very well. I had just got out of a relationship, so I figured I'd actually take her out and see what happens.

She was alright. Pocket-sized, petite, smoker's teeth, which I was willing to overlook because she had a great body.

I decide to take her to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse (Yeah I know, I never take date's out to expensive restaurants for a first date, but my boss set me up, so I've got to really knock this girl's socks off). This girl had the least refined palatte I've ever seen in my life. She asked the waiter if they can just bring her a chicken breast and macaroni and cheese. Upon being informed that Ruth's Chris doesn't have mac 'n cheese, she settles on the fries.

Then we go walking through D.C. Which was gorgeous, especially at night, when no one is on the streets. Then I make the mistake of wallking her to the war memorials. At the WWII Memorial, she kicks off he shoes and bathes her feet in the pool.

Then we take a small detour while she pisses on the side of a building. Me, being the gentlemen that I am, hold her purse, and distract two approaching police officers by asking them directions.

Then we walk to the Korean War memorial, which is a mural of etched faces. She starts touching all the faces, and I mean ever single damned face on the memorial. About 20 minutes into this process I ask her what's going on, and she informs me that you can absorb someone's energy by touching their picture. Then she stops at one face, and stares at it for about a minute. Again, I ask what's going on. She remarks, and here I quote, "This man had a story to tell...and it was a sad story." No shiz, sweetheart, he died in the fuggin Korean War. I doubt anyone on this wall has a real heartwarming story to tell.

On the drive home, she sings Les Miserables... All of it.

Winner winner, chicken and french fry dinner!

[Matt Foley]

Well, not a first date story... but a bad date...

Started seeing this girl at work. Yeah, I know, it was stupid move, but she was pretty hot.

We'd gone out twice before and things seemed to be going real well. So we go out for dinner, then go walking around a park as the sun was setting. We got real intimate on a park fountain ledge that's sitting height. She says it's getting late and asks if I want to go back to her place.

I'm thinking it's score time. We continue the park scene on her back porch, then move to her living room. For a good couple hours we use her couch like a back seat of a car. 1st base, 2nd, 3rd, lots of playing around. I'm about to move in for a home run... and she stops me.

I was really confused at this point. We were having a really good time, everything was going smooth. Her living room was like a sauna from all the heat we were giving off. I say.. "What's wrong. Is there a problem? I have protection." She says "No... I just don't want to have sex tonight."

I try to play it off. I said it was cool. Then she says.. "Well, I guess you better get going." She walks me to the door and gives me one hell of a kiss.

But two+ hours of fooling around had the blood pumping... when I got in my car, all that messing around flipped to rage... I realized she was just teasing me. I peeled out of her cul-de-sac and felt like blowing something up.

The next week at work, I called her to make plans for another date. She turned me down! And that was it. We never talked again.

To this day, I don't know what the hell it was that turned her off or stopped her.

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