Share the Tale of the Worst Date Ever

Angcuru said:
Wait a sec. If that's the case, then nobody would ever get any action, ever. If everyone lived by those words, that is. Wait a minute. Brain hurt.

No, it means that you and your friend have to have the exact same level of problems. Which make sense. After all, you have to have the exact same power level to do the fusion dance. This is a different kind of fusion dance.
 

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Piratecat said:
Rel, that's absolutely sexist and unfair. The correct rule is:

"Never go to bed with anyone who has more problems than you do."

These are words to live by. Just don't tell your date.

My favorite dating rule is:

"No matter how good looking they are, just remember that someone else was sick and tired of putting up with their :):):):)."
 

Worst date?

Okay, back in college I started seeing this girl who I knew from high school. Our first date was a movie and the second date was a picnic at a lake. For our third date I took her to an amusement park. This park had a walk through zoo which had a park-like atmosphere so I thought it would be a good place for a stroll.

We stop by the monkey cage, which is made of iron and also covered over with plexiglass, the outside wall being just a foot beyond it. So I'm leaning against the gate and talking to the girlfriend when one of the spider monkeys manges to get its arm though a half-inch crack in the plexiglass, reaches out, and pulls my glasses off of my face.

It manages to pull the glasses back inside the cage and begins bending the frames while the girl runs to find a zookeeper. Just as the keeper starts to get the cage open the monkey climbs up to a ladder swing near the top of he cage and with full force throws the glasses down onto the concrete floor. One lens totally shatters and the other cracks right down the middle.

So we head out to the car to head home, where my spare pair of glasses are. I tell her that she will have to drive. That's when she informs me that she does not know how. All she has is a learner's permit and has never been behind the wheel before. So we jury-rig up my glasses, attempting to rebend the frames, fixing me an eyepatch over the missing lens and I then attempt to drive home looking through one eye with the cracked lens. I take all back roads and drive slowly.

So I consider that date to have been a total disaster. Fortunately despite that poor beginning she didn't give up on me - Kriskrafts and I will be celebrating our 16th wedding anniversary this May. She also still kids me about the monkey.
 


Turanil said:
I just remembered my worst date ever!!

It was a brunette (I only love brunettes) who looked good physically. When on the first date, she turned out to have vulgar tastes; she told me what she liked in life, and in hearing her I was in consternation and couldn't believe it. But the worst is that for some reason she did fart during all the date!!!

Needless to say I wouldn't want to see her again, ever!

wow, sounds like my kind of girl :)

seriously i think it would be awesome to have a girl who's good-looking AND you can get in a farting contest with :)
 

Hida Bukkorosu said:
wow, sounds like my kind of girl :)

seriously i think it would be awesome to have a girl who's good-looking AND you can get in a farting contest with :)

You need to meet my best friend. She is proud of her ability to fart and belch, and she can clear the room with pride if she's had chili. :confused:
 

Silver Moon said:
So I consider that date to have been a total disaster. Fortunately despite that poor beginning she didn't give up on me - Kriskrafts and I will be celebrating our 16th wedding anniversary this May. She also still kids me about the monkey.

Best. Story. Ever.
 

is that because there was a monkey involved?

Worst date ever:

I went out with this girl I was seeing for near-a whole year now. We went to the mall, watched a movie (a chick flick, bleh) and did some shopping.

As she went out of the clothing store, she looked at me. there was a look of horror on her face as she spied me crouched behind a rack of blazers.

"Mel!? You're not supposed to be here! The restraining order!"

Things went downhill from there.

When I finally snapped out of my allergic reaction to mace in my prison cell, I decided that it just wouldn't work out. We were just too different.
 
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