I’ve been lucky in that I haven’t had too many terrible dates. I’ve had plenty of awkward dates, but terrible ones? Eh, not too many. Once, when I was in college, I accepted an invitation to some media event from a guy I was interning for at the local Fox affiliate. He’d been hitting on me all semester, which was totally creepy, and when he asked me to this event a couple weeks before the end of the semester, I was afraid if I said no it would affect my grade, so I went with him. Plus, I thought it could be a good networking opportunity (it wasn’t). He showed up at my door with flowers, chocolate and a teddy bear, and he told me I looked “delicious enough to eat.” The rest of the date went downhill from there. AND he still just gave me a B for the semester, the creep.
Then, there was this one guy I went out with who got mad when I didn’t kiss him at the end of the date and who proceeded to text and email me over the course of several weeks, calling me a tease, bitch, whore (really? for not kissing you?), and everything else you can think of. This was years ago and I was still new to blogging and hadn’t yet figured out the difference between sharing a persona and sharing myself. The latter may make for more raw, authentic writing, but the former creates some necessary boundaries between the writer and potential stalker guys she didn’t kiss on the first date. Needless to say, this dude took everything I wrote and made it about him, as if every post were a secret message for him to decode, and he continued to send me threatening and insulting emails for weeks before he got bored and moved on already.
Other than that, I’ve dated pretty nice guys who were, at worst, maybe a bit boring, but who, for the most part, were totally harmless and usually decent company for at least one evening. This, of course, doesn’t make for entertaining stories, but that’s where you come in. Surely some of you have some dating horrors in your history. Do share!