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Nightmare at the Blood Bank
On a first date when I was a freshman in college, we were going to go to the reservoir for the afternoon on a beautiful Indian Summer day. First, we had to "get some cash." He took me to a blood bank to donate plasma! We got extra cash since it was the first visit for both of us and while I was there, my bed "won" the drawing and I received an extra $10.
I was so shocked by all this all I could do was sit frozen and hope it was a bad dream. I couldn't get up and leave because I was hooked to an IV!
After the donation was over we went through a fast food drive-thru and got some sandwiches and then a case of beer. Once we got out in the sun at the reservoir, drank the beer, and ate the sandwich, I proceeded to feel sicker than I have ever felt before and throw up all over the beach. That was 17 years ago and I still can remember how sick I felt.
No cell phone back then, so I was stranded out at the reservoir with a loser who clearly had no respect for me. I felt beyond "used." I had to give plasma so we could go on this crappy outing and then I got sick so he proceeded to drink all the beer! (Which I think was his goal from the beginning!) I was very naive and I felt so embarrassed for him, that he thought that this was even remotely close to acceptable human behavior, that I downplayed the whole event and tried to pretend it had never happened.
Now that I'm older, I realize the "scene" I should have made once we arrived at the blood bank and gotten out of the whole thing! It was too dangerous a situation. He was the man, he had the plan for the date and I just went for the ride. I never let that happen again. I ask for plans up front. Have an exit plan. And always make sure I voice my concerns.
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But He Offered To Pay For The Cleaning Supplies!!
My worst date was back in my university days. There were many men from all over the world at the U. I met one from India and after we had coffee one afternoon, and he invited me back to his place.
There was a huge filthy mess of dishes in the kitchen, and a mountain of dirty laundry in the bedroom.
"You can start wherever you want," he said, and flicked on the TV.
When I asked what the h--- he meant, he replied that in India, the women do all the cleaning, so I'd better get started. I got started all right - right out the door!
Revenge Reeks For Mr. Not-So-Hidden Agenda!
I did a summer internship at a museum years ago when I was in college.
After the term ended and I went back to school, I got a call from one of the researchers I worked with over the summer. He wanted to meet and have dinner because he was going to be in the city.
I was really happy about it because I considered this guy a colleague and thought it was really nice of him to want to keep in touch with me. He was about 15 years older than me, but that didn't matter because this was a dinner between friends. So I thought.
So the day came and he picked me up. He was driving a rented sports car, a little flashy for a guy on a conference trip but ok. He was dressed like a man going for a night at the clubs as well. And I had dressed pretty conservatively.
He suggested we see a movie and I was a little surprised but agreed. He took me to an "alternative" theatre downtown and I sat through 90 minutes of borderline softcore. I could barely look at him when we finally left.
He didn't seem to notice or care that I was embarassed and uncomfortable. He just said "Let's get something to eat." and lead me to the car. I thought dinner would be us chatting about our work and what's new in our lives.
He insisted we have drinks before dinner and kept getting the waiter to top up my wine during the meal. He didn't want to talk about work, he kept trying to talk about the people we worked with. As in who was doing who. I tried to be polite and listened to him talk. He kept trying to toast things to get me to drink more. It was really awful.
The alcohol and the food didn't mix well. I finally told him I really wasn't feeling well and had to leave. As we were leaving the restaurant I felt the need to vomit! I had no control. Thankfully I was able to sort of hide behind the restaurant and spew my guts. I was there for about half an hour.
By the end of it I was feeling better but still really weak and woozy.
I assumed that the "date" was over. Now he'd drive me home and leave, disgusted by what had happened. I didn't care. I was just looking forward to going home.
Instead he drove me to a different bar and insisted I sit down and "drink the taste out of my mouth".
I knew it was time to leave. I told him I was going to go into the bar and call a cab if he didn't drive me home immediately. He asked me to come to his hotel room with him instead.
I started to leave but he finally relented and drove me home. Unfortunately when we got there he tried again to pursuade me to go to his hotel room. I was still feeling ill and he delayed me a little too long. I puked all over the floor of the rental car. It smelled like stale alcohol and sour milk.
He started shouting obscenities at me and I finished heaving on the front step of my building. He tore out of the parking lot and almost hit a parked car.
I was really angry and upset when I got home. So I called the police and reported his car as a drunk driver. He was picked up and charged because his car was full of alcohol-soaked puke.
I heard he lost his job over it too. So it was worth it.
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A True Blind Date From Hell x 3
I notice that most of the stories on this site are from the woman's perspective, but, I too have a date from hell story.
I met "Erica" at a party thrown by friends. We had a great time talking and dancing for a couple of hours, and, we ended up exchanging phone numbers.
I spoke to my friends after the party, trying to find out about her. They didn't know who I was talking about, but, there HAD been about a hundred people or so there, so, it wasn't surprising that they might not remember everyone. "Tom," my friend's husband, he "sort of remembers a red- headed girl arriving with some others from the office.''
A couple of days later, I called "Erica". She seemed pleased to hear from me. We chatted and ended up making plans to meet for dinner and a show later in the week. I offered to pick her up at her apartment, but, she said she didn't live too far from the restaurant where we were going to meet, so, she'd just meet me there after work.
I arrived at the restaurant first, and, was able to be seated right away. "Erica" called my cell and said she was running about five minutes late, but would try to hurry. I thought it was very considerate of her to call, especially since she was only running a few minutes late. Half an hour later, I didn't think she was that considerate.
"Erica" arrived at the restaurant with another couple whom she introduced as "friends from work who wanted to meet you." She apologized for taking so long, saying that traffic had really slowed her down. I mentioned that that was weird, since, the day before she'd told me she only lived five minutes away from the restaurant on foot. She laughed and said, "Oh, silly, I live close to this place, but I work pretty far away."
Meantime, the couple laughed with her, and didn't make a move to leave. As the waiter brought two more chairs to the table, "Erica" said, "I hope it's ok if they join us for dinner." What was I supposed to say at that point? Uh--no, I really just wanted to get to know you better, and, having these people around just makes it harder?
Surprisingly, the dinner went fairly well, "Erica's" friends were pretty funny, and we laughed a lot. Once the dinner was over, I said, "Well, it was nice meeting you all, but we should get going if we're going to make it to the theater in time for the show."
"Erica" and her friends got quiet, and started fidgetting a bit. Finally, the woman said, "Oh, I'll ask him, you two cowards."
I was thinking, "Great, now they want to come with us to the theater." I couldn't have been more wrong.
The woman looked at me and continued, "We all really like you, and think you're a great guy. "Erica," myself, and my husband would like to invite you over to our place for some games."
I blinked, then said, "Thanks, but, we've got theater tickets, and I'd hate for them to go to waste. Maybe another time."
"Erica" took my hand and said, "Oh, you'll like our games better than the theater." Then she winked at me.
I was really confused, until they explained that their relationship was more than friendship. "Erica" was their "partner" and they wanted me to join them in "swinging."
I was flabbergasted. I mean, I barely knew "Erica" and here she wanted me not only to sleep with her, but...with her two friends, during our FIRST date!!
I refused, saying I didn't know them well enough to "play" like that. I asked "Erica" if she still wanted to go with me to the theater, but, she said "No, I'm in the mood to 'play', so we'll just call one of our regulars."
I ended up paying for dinner for three, then, going to the theater on my own. I still passed a pretty enjoyable evening, after I gave my extra ticket to a lady standing in line. She was grateful, and nice, and assured me she wasn't a swinger.
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