Never Date a Mama's Boy
by tweetieboid
One date showed up at my door one hour late. I was watching TV while waiting for him. When he finally arrived, he sat down on a chair in my living room, bent his head over and fell asleep! We were supposed to go out to dinner, and I was getting very hungry. When I nudged him awake and asked him about dinner, he said, "Oh, Mom made me dinner before I left. I didn't have the heart to tell her I had plans." I politely handed him his coat and gently pushed him out my front door. Last time I date a mama's boy!
Too Self-Absorbed
by iVillagerjen_cannon
My date (a setup by my mother) picked me up to go to a movie. Just as we got to the theater, we were pulled over by the police. He had been swerving in and out of lanes so recklessly that the policeman asked him to get out of the car for a Breathalyzer test. When the policeman realized we were both sober, he asked why our car had been swerving. My date said he was so involved in our conversation, he was not paying attention to the road. That conversation consisted of him talking about his job, his ex-girlfriend and his family without me saying anything.
Cut to after the movie. My date decided to take the long way home. He started talking about himself -- again not letting me get a word in. In the process, he failed to notice a small dog walking on the side of the road. After he hit the poor thing, I screamed to stop and turn around, but he just looked at me strangely and kept driving.
I wish I could say that was the end, but just as we neared my neighborhood, he ran over a cat. Can you believe it? And to top it off, when we finally got to my house, he had the nerve to ask for another date. I answered as calmly as I could, "I just don't think that would be a good idea."
When Dinner Includes Salad, Fries and Sex
by simijo
I was at a party, met a pretty nice guy and agreed to go out with him. A few days later he picked me up, and we went out to dinner and to a movie. Nothing fancy -- total cost for both of us for everything would have been around 50 dollars. It was a fabulous date. He was funny, smart, charming and acted like a real gentleman. That is, until later. He dropped me off back at my place and asked if he could come in. I said no, and told him I needed to get to sleep so I could get to work at 7:30 the next morning. He put his hand on the door, keeping me from opening it, and said -- with no trace of irony -- "but I bought you dinner." Needless to say, I was dumbfounded. I dug in my pocket, handed him 20 dollars and said, "Now we're even."
A rude, drunk pothead
by Diana
I'm a hostess at a nice restaurant in Los Angeles and met what I thought was a nice and attractive guy last year. So I made a date with him. The drive to the restaurant went fairly well. But, as soon as we got to the restaurant, he was very rude to the host and then equally rude to the waiters. That is a big turn-off for me, not to mention very embarrassing -- but I let it slide. We sat at the bar before we got our table and he guzzled two martinis before we even sat down. During dinner he kept leaving the table to "smoke." I found out later that he was smoking pot! Then the date got worse. He continued to gulp down his drinks and get very, very loud. Then, he proceeded to flirt with a woman at the other table. He mocked everything I said. For example, he said I looked nice and then demanded to know who bought my clothes for me.
When I mentioned that I was working on a documentary, he looked at me and said, "Yeah, right ... you?" The capper of the evening was when he asked me if I'd like a "poke." I thought I had heard wrong, so I said, "Excuse me?" He repeated his request and then said he'd pay me for it! This was beyond insulting, so I left to see if there was a window in the ladies room by which I could escape. No such luck. When got back, however, he was off on one of his "smoke breaks," so I had time to plan a hasty exit. I ended up enlisting the help of some nice guys sitting next to our table. One of them kept watch while the other one helped me get a cab home. Can you believe he called me the next day? As you can imagine, there was no second date.
by tweetieboid
One date showed up at my door one hour late. I was watching TV while waiting for him. When he finally arrived, he sat down on a chair in my living room, bent his head over and fell asleep! We were supposed to go out to dinner, and I was getting very hungry. When I nudged him awake and asked him about dinner, he said, "Oh, Mom made me dinner before I left. I didn't have the heart to tell her I had plans." I politely handed him his coat and gently pushed him out my front door. Last time I date a mama's boy!
Too Self-Absorbed
by iVillagerjen_cannon
My date (a setup by my mother) picked me up to go to a movie. Just as we got to the theater, we were pulled over by the police. He had been swerving in and out of lanes so recklessly that the policeman asked him to get out of the car for a Breathalyzer test. When the policeman realized we were both sober, he asked why our car had been swerving. My date said he was so involved in our conversation, he was not paying attention to the road. That conversation consisted of him talking about his job, his ex-girlfriend and his family without me saying anything.
Cut to after the movie. My date decided to take the long way home. He started talking about himself -- again not letting me get a word in. In the process, he failed to notice a small dog walking on the side of the road. After he hit the poor thing, I screamed to stop and turn around, but he just looked at me strangely and kept driving.
I wish I could say that was the end, but just as we neared my neighborhood, he ran over a cat. Can you believe it? And to top it off, when we finally got to my house, he had the nerve to ask for another date. I answered as calmly as I could, "I just don't think that would be a good idea."
When Dinner Includes Salad, Fries and Sex
by simijo
I was at a party, met a pretty nice guy and agreed to go out with him. A few days later he picked me up, and we went out to dinner and to a movie. Nothing fancy -- total cost for both of us for everything would have been around 50 dollars. It was a fabulous date. He was funny, smart, charming and acted like a real gentleman. That is, until later. He dropped me off back at my place and asked if he could come in. I said no, and told him I needed to get to sleep so I could get to work at 7:30 the next morning. He put his hand on the door, keeping me from opening it, and said -- with no trace of irony -- "but I bought you dinner." Needless to say, I was dumbfounded. I dug in my pocket, handed him 20 dollars and said, "Now we're even."
A rude, drunk pothead
by Diana
I'm a hostess at a nice restaurant in Los Angeles and met what I thought was a nice and attractive guy last year. So I made a date with him. The drive to the restaurant went fairly well. But, as soon as we got to the restaurant, he was very rude to the host and then equally rude to the waiters. That is a big turn-off for me, not to mention very embarrassing -- but I let it slide. We sat at the bar before we got our table and he guzzled two martinis before we even sat down. During dinner he kept leaving the table to "smoke." I found out later that he was smoking pot! Then the date got worse. He continued to gulp down his drinks and get very, very loud. Then, he proceeded to flirt with a woman at the other table. He mocked everything I said. For example, he said I looked nice and then demanded to know who bought my clothes for me.
When I mentioned that I was working on a documentary, he looked at me and said, "Yeah, right ... you?" The capper of the evening was when he asked me if I'd like a "poke." I thought I had heard wrong, so I said, "Excuse me?" He repeated his request and then said he'd pay me for it! This was beyond insulting, so I left to see if there was a window in the ladies room by which I could escape. No such luck. When got back, however, he was off on one of his "smoke breaks," so I had time to plan a hasty exit. I ended up enlisting the help of some nice guys sitting next to our table. One of them kept watch while the other one helped me get a cab home. Can you believe he called me the next day? As you can imagine, there was no second date.
