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The Hairdresser Girl: A Date Horror Story
#MyWorstDate It was a cold November evening In the Midwest, the kind of weather that brings out the mufflers and the desperate lovers. I'd just gotten off work but was pretty excited. We had been looking forward to this for several days now. Our first online interaction was on OkCupid and we found through a week of chatting that we shared quite a few common interests. Ergo the anticipation. The place I'd chosen was a quaint Indian restaurant in Omaha that served the best curry I'd had in the Midwest. Not to mention the decor and people set me right at ease making even bad dates quite palatable (not that I expected anything untoward but more on that later). I'd chosen a nice blue sports coat for this date with oxfords, they were kinda my go to kit for a semi-casual evening. Preppie? Yes. But I've always believed that first impressions are important. After all, who would like Mr Rochester or Mr Darcy if not for impeccable clothing and even more impeccable manners? However, my penchant for Victorian customs aside, onto the story. 5 PM was the time we'd chosen to meet and I was there by 5:15. Generally, I try to be early but the traffic was really bad that day. Surprise, surprise she wasn't there. Samantha worked as a hairdresser though, so sometimes she'd get clients at odd hours. I chose to make myself comfortable. Ordered a nice appetizer and got some bread to keep me busy. Unfortunately, she decided to break even the age old principle of 'fashionably late' and showed up at a whopping hour and half after our designated time. "So sorry, had this rich old hag that needed the full treatment, so how are you doing? Lovely to meet you at last." I took in her appearance. Brown chestnut hair, frizzled like crazy, an Iron Maiden t-shirt with a brown jacket, and some ripped jeans. Now, I'm sure that in any other circumstances this would have been appropriate, but evening wear at a nice restaurant, it was not. I, however, endeavored to be non-judgmental (I can hear how judgmental that sounds but we all have our faults).
By Abdullah Masood8 years ago in Humans
Faux Real
You meet women from Portland and they’re like, "Dating here is the worst. Everyone is already building a yurt or starting an online vintage store with their 'partner.'” They flash air quotes and roll their eyes. New Yorkers are equally unimpressed: "Dating here sucks the most. There are so many goddamn models, and the only guys who are aggressive enough to talk to you are investment bankers. Ew."
By Remy Ramirez8 years ago in Humans
And Then His Car Wouldn't Start
#MyWorstDate Story As a media major, I should probably be a bit more concerned with defamation but he was trash and so was the date so sue me. Okay don't, but I believe this story will bring to light how most men have little to no self-awareness.
By C Alexandra8 years ago in Humans
#MyWorstDate
Joey, my then girlfriend, and I were walking home from I don’t remember where… that’s how bad this date was, right? We probably were walking home from the movies before the buses started running in our town, so being in wheelchairs, we had no choice but to walk.
By Jason Rhode8 years ago in Humans
Should Have Stayed Home
I've been on a decent number of dates and I would say that the majority of them went decently well. Even if we decided not to go forward with a relationship, the date was always pretty good, for the most part. Except for one. Truth be told, I can't even remember the guy's name. (It was so bad, I didn't bother committing it to memory!) For sake of argument, let's call him Tom.
By Jennifer R8 years ago in Humans
Why You Should Never Go On a Date if You Fear Dying
A few years ago I was working at my hotel on a quiet Sunday morning. An extremely attractive man, think Bradly Cooper hot, came over from the restaurant to steal some of the lobby coffee. He was super hot, I wasn't going to stop him. I started my friendly customer service chatter "Good morning, how are you?" with some fake smiles and laughs. We had friendly banter for a few minutes. As he was walking away I said, "Have a good day!" He stopped and came back to the desk. Apparently, that was a trigger of some kind. He asked me how old I was (22 at the time) and told me I "didn't look a day over 16." Red flag #1. He then went on to tell me how beautiful I was and asked if he could take me to dinner. I said "yes" against better judgment. Again, you do not say "no" to Bradly Cooper's twin. You just don't. He stayed for awhile and went and sat on the edge of the front desk. He looked at me and said, "Ask me what I'm doing," so I did. His response was "Staring at you." Red flag #3. He left and 15 minutes later I walked into the office to look at my phone. I had received two text messages and voicemail from him saying "He'd never felt this way about anyone." Red flag #4 with big flares!
By Jessica Blake8 years ago in Humans
