Zero conversation, blind dates gone horribly wrong, long awkward pauses, the old trick of picking up your phone and pretending you have to run home early as you’ve ‘inconveniently’ left the oven on? We’ve all been there.
This month we’re rewarding one lucky couple with a ‘Dream Date’ on us which includes a free meal, transport to and from the Zizzi of your choice and a overnight stay at a hotel for you and your date. To be in with a chance of winning this glorious prize, all we want you to do is either email us at competitions@zizzi.co.uk or comment below this blog telling us the ins and outs about the worst date you’ve ever been on.
The final date for entries is Valentine’s Day itself (14th February) and the winner will be announced on here and on Facebook the next day and the prize can be redeemed within six months. Competition is sure to be fierce, so the more embarrassing and cringeworthy the better!
Oh… and don’t forget about booking that table of yours. We’re offering two menus this Valentine’s – a Cichetti sharing feast or a 3 course menu just for one. So love birds… ‘To Share or Not to Share?’
I would like to have a try^^
My ex boyfriend contacted me after not having heard much from him for the last 6 months asking if I wanted to meet up for a drink. Even though I finished the relationship, i think we both knew it was the right thing to do. So I decided why not, it could be interesting. Anyway after bahaving how he always did, aloof and not hearing from him on the day to make final arrangements I text my friend to say what a idiot he was but in error sent it to him. Well that was bad enough but we still decided to meet up. There I am standing at the bar when he walks in. He takes one look at me and goes round to the other side looking embarrassed. Without thinking I go to say hi and he apologises for not spaeking but he thought I was waiting for a date and didn’t want to intrude. I told him I was his date, he was in total shock, really apologetic as in error he had been texting the wrong Angela. We ended up still having a drink and now we are in contact. It’s something we can always laugh about and it was good to the clear the air.
I had a first date, and it was a REALLY hot day. We were sitting outside a pub on a bench, and I was worried that the bench was leaving red imprints on my bare legs, so I got a couple of paper napkins and sat on them.
When I got up to go to the bar, the napkins had half disintegrated and stuck to my legs with the heat, so it looked like i had shreds of wet toilet paper welded to the backs of my legs. What’s more, they wouldnt peel off, and I had to walk backwards to the bar to conceal the disaster!
what do you do when an internet blind date alone with you in the new forest says” I have something to show you, you will like” and pulls out some condoms! Pure panic alone in the woods with him desperately trying to reassure me he had only followed my insistent instructions to ALWAYS carry condoms even if you will never use them. As a sexual health nurse I regularly give that lecture and I forgot poor D had also been given it. The only answer was to marry him and live happily ever after! 5 years later he still goes red talking about it!
Never go on a first date on Valentines Day. It was awful. I didn’t really know him that well. I drove round to pick him up. He had a card & rose for me. I felt embarrassed as I didn’t bring anything. We then went to a restaurant. We sat down. It was couples holding hand, love hearts, dimmed lights, very romantic. It was very uncomfortable, especially as i realised he just was not for me. I was so relieved when we were out of there!
may I start by saying I’ve kisses a few frogs before I found my prince….my worse date: it was a blind date, we had been emailing and after a few months we decided we would hook up one evening for drinks and a bite to eat. I wore a pretty top skinny jeans and a sparkly top ( dress to impress) we met outside a trendy put on the outskirts of town and he said I only work across the road in a garden centre let me show you ….. It was November , dark and cold he processed to show a shivering me all his faviouate plants by name and we sat on a bench had a plastic cup of water and he pulled out a cheese sandwich for us to share.. Which I politely ate but put my other in my handbag. Now don’t get me it sounds very romantic, when the reality was he talked about his ex girlfriend all eve, commenting on how pretty , funny and no other girl would step up, I was freezing I totally dressed wrong , if I had been told where we were going I would have dressed appropriately and not got muddy sparkly shoes and made the most of my date.
At the end of the date once I had been questioned on the plants he had told me the names of earlier and got tutted at when I didn’t know 2 of them. He said I wasn’t his sort as I was too fat and small in height. ( I’ was a size 8 and 5’2 ) I thanked him for my date and told him he was going to make a very special girl very happy.
I got in my car and pulled the sandwich out of my pocket …. It was mouldy.
I giggled all the way home.
That Really made me giggle
I had arranged to meet my then fiance at the restaurant – our parents were to meet for the first time. We were eating our meal but the table behind us was a group of rowdy men, all swearing and shouting. Not wanting to create a scene my fiance quietly complained to the head waiter and he asked the group to ‘tone it down’ as they were disturbing the other diners. They didn’t. We paid for our meal and went to leave. My fiance said that he had to pop to the loo. I wasn’t concerned when one of the ‘rowdy’ men followed him in. Then I heard a lot of shouting and scuffling, my Dad and my boyfriends’ brother charged into the toilets only to find the two men fighting! They eventually pulled the two men apart. My Dad was shoved into the urinal, my boyfriends’ brother was bitten on the leg but my fiance was unscathed. It all turned out OK as we’re still together – married for 26 years!!
The worst first date has to be on a Valentines day in Holland, with a Dutch man! A week prior to going on the date, I had met this guy in a Bar whilst out with a group of friends, after having had a lot of beers!!! Basically, I had my beer goggles on, when this guy approached me and asked if he could take me out for dinner, I thought yeah why not (the beer goggles were firmly on at this point), and we exchange numbers… He called the following day, and we made arrangements to go for dinner on Valentines Day…. Big mistake! Started out well, but within 20 minutes of being in his company, I realised just how drunk I must have been when we met…. The guy not only had the most apalling table manners, but he insisted on trying to grope me at every opportunity, between large mouthfuls of food…. When it came to paying the bill, the term go Dutch, clearly doesn’t apply to Dutch men, or least not this Dutch man, as he apparently, had “forgotten his wallett”! They don’t really celebrate Valentines in Holland, so I didn’t even get a Red Rose, a Box of Choccies, or anything remotely romantic! The only romantic gesture from this guy, was him trying to lick my ear out through hot and heavy breathe, whilst telling me very loudly in my ear, that I had great boobs, whilst trying to grope me with his sweaty palms!!! Memorable yes, but for all the wrong reasons….
Ok so a friend from work set me up on a blind date. She told me we would get on great, that he was drop dead gorgeous and so I agreed. We decided to go for a walk in the countryside. We met up and I things seemed positive… and then he spoke. He spoke strong Welsh. And I dont mean an accent, actual Welsh- which I dont understand and he didnt understand English! It was so awkward, we didnt know what our mutual friend had been thinking. What makes it worse is that we tried to carry on with the date… in the countryside…until just to top things off…I tripped on a horse mess, fell and broke my finger! A&E was the final straw. Fair to say we havent seen each other again!
I had a hot date in Morocco. It was so hot I proposed to my girlfriend with a blood diamond I brought in South Africa.
My most embarrassing first date was when I met a boy in the square of my home town, we sat on a park bench and started chatting and deciding where to go next for a summer beverage. Suddenly, my date stood up and looked really embarressed, he didn’t know where to look and quickly made an excuse that he was ‘sorry’ and had to go home. It came out of the blue and I felt I’d maybe scared him off. But as he rushed off away from me, I realised he had an extensive amount of bird poo dripping down the back of his head. Cringe! I never heard from him again…
I met my boyfriend in a nightclub, had just seen my ex and we had a few words. I walked outside to get some air an it was like the people had parted and there he was. He asked me to smile and for a date, been with him 5 years and are getting married
I went on a first date only last week with a lovely man, I had met him a couple of times through friends but never really spoken much. He’s gorgeous and I was trying to impress with conversation, agreeing with his skiing passion and making out I was brilliant, and so he asked me to go skiing with him! Bearing in mind I actually had never been before!
We went on a day trip which alone was a disaster, as I could barely even stand up for longer than ten seconds. Afterwards I warmed up with a huge hot chocolate, and he was driving me home when I realised I really should not have had that hot drink – I was desperate for the bathroom and with the snow on the roads we were going at no speed it would be at least two hours until we were home. My date told me there were no stops for ages and insisted I go on the side of the road after hours of crossed legs. The snow was deep and slippery, so I leant against the side of the car whilst he looked out for people. I was embarrassed but my main feeling at this moment was pure relief… until I realised I was stuck straight to the side of the car.
My date shouted over are you decent, I didn’t reply, what could I do…. I was trying to impress! I tried to struggle from off the side of his car but was well and truly stuck, I called his name and said I really need some help…. I hid myself the best I could as he came over, looked at him almost in tears and said I’m stuck…. He laughed at me I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry, we needed to get me off and I wasn’t crouching here until help came along! So there was only one thing that would do it…. I looked the other way as he unzipped his trousers and unstuck me from the car!
Maybe one to tell the kids haha!
I went to the cinema with a guy I was at uni with who was on my course. I used to spend most lectures just staring at him (in a non-obsessive, non-stalkerish way obviously…..stop judging me, all the girls were doing it!) One night I got talking to him in the union and we arranged to go to the cinema the next night. YAY! It was a new film so the cinema was packed. I can’t even remember the name of the film now, i’ve been working pretty hard to surpress this memory for Ooo 7 years?! Long story short – I was munching a handful of popcorn whilst walking to our seats, right in front of the screen in a PACKED cinema….when I choked on a piece….. and then threw up….. everywhere. I am literally having a full body cringe whilst writing this. Anyway, it actually all worked out really well because we’re now married with 3 beautiful children and a house in the country with room for a pony. Ok, that’s a lie, I went back to staring at the back of his head.
Well…. I agreed to go for a date with this guy I was sceptical of the conversation was like pulling teeth and I just wanted it to be over I went to the bathroom came back to find the table empty with both meals just arrived… I ate the meal, he had gone left me with a bill for two. Humiliating is not the word,
Cringe wouldn’t be a strong enough word. Feeling content as I stepped out of the door and into his swanky car,tummy tingles all around. We were off for a lovely meal and a night of enjoying one and others company and constant flirting…Maybe the giggling when walking out of the restaurant was the huge mistake i made…as seconds later in 4 inch heels i found myself square on my bum after slipping on the ice and flying down the stone stairs(white dress on to make matters even worse,the shame of getting up wasn’t helped by the marks on my bum)…the relationship didn’t work but we are still friends and 3 years on he never fails to remind me. Small giggles to myself everytime I return to Zizzi’s seen as they were the infamous stairs (minus the heels when icy)
I went to a party with a male friend and without ‘realising’ he was going to ask me out that night I ended up leaving with his best friend and a big of a fight kicked off.. Sad thing is this friend brought me a rose and a cute little toy, after being with his friend for 2 months I left him for the guy that was going to ask me out, we have now been together for 2 and a half years, basically screwed up a good child hood friendship between because of me, was pretty awkward!
For my first date with Kev we went to the local cinema. Once we’d entered we found that there were no seats together so the usherette said we’d have to sit apart. I tried very quickly and quietly to divide our sweets which the usherette found so amusing she announced it to the whole cinema who all laughed. Then when we left the cinema Kev’s car had been broken into and all his tapes stolen. His anger made me nervous so I kept laughing so then he became angry with me too. We weren’t fated to be romantically linked but we did eventually become friends.
My first and most embarrassing date was when I was 16! It was February 15th (because Valentines Day was a school day). I met him in town dressed completely inappropriately for the weather as i’d point blank refused to wear the coat my mum had bought! 1st we went to the cinema & had to sit through a film in Italian (which neither of us spoke) about a paralysed man dreaming he could fly – not what we thought! 2nd he made me walk to his friends house across town & sit while they played on the PS2! & walk back across town to his house. 3rd he presented me with the most cheesey Valentines gift, it was a cheap heart vanity set and bear saying ‘I love you with all my heart’ we’d been a couple for 2 weeks… Lastly, he took me home to meet his mum, who took us shopping at Tesco, and halfway round the store his little sister kindly pointed out the massive green bogey he had had hanging from his nose all day! We stayed together till the end of the month when he dumped me cos I was ‘too slow at walking’!
I had never been on a proper date before so i was very excited when someone asked my out on an official date! we went out for a meal and it was going ok then the guy kept looking at his phone all the time and then he started picking on me about my accent and that northerners are cheap and rough. Of course i just smiled and laughed along because i didnt want to make it awkward and then he started talking about his ex girlfriend, i was thinking surely this isnt what you’re meant to talk about on a 1st date! THEN he started asking me about my ex’s, i tried the move the conversation on but he kept asking i felt so stupid! He then invited me back to his flat n was showing me round it n he said ‘ do you want to see my room’ and at that moment my sister rang me, it was so luckly! i managed to get out of it as i said i had to leave!! It was literally a ‘what not to do on a date’ date! But yes, my first experience of a 1st date was awful!
all set. She arrived in jeans. I was in my DJ. Compromise- we went to the pub.She spilled her drink over me. I just mentiond the cleaning bill (in jest) and she lost it. That was it!
Mt furst date entailed with me hiding in the toilets of the youth club as I didnt like the guy. I thought he was nice until he starting walking like a duck! Sounds awful I know even though he was lovely I just didnt like the way he walked. Eventually he left and my friends told me he had gone. Poor guy was up and down my road on a moped for the best part of 2 weeks trying to spot me. I really do feel bad about that.
I was working at a gym club’s reception when he arrived running inside showing me his gym pass.. My eyes got lost in his smile. I just liked him. He looked fit, looked good in his sport clothes. My colleagues and manager gave him my number and told him to take me out for a drink. I really liked him. We texted for the whole week till the following weekend. He wanted to take me out for a meal. We fixed a date. He choose to go to Zizzi
He turned up in his work clothes which made him look so old. They were all baggy and jumper had a massive whole on his back. His front tooth broke few days before so didn’t really loose myself in there. He was so nervous and started to interrogate me asking me ridiculous questions. During the meal he said he had a thing about feet so demanded I showed him my feet IN THE RESTAURANT? He asked me if I wanted to check his size under the table in return?? He also managed to drop his wine glass in my plate and fell off his chair when he got back from the toilet. I just wanted to leave. He also looked he was in a rush to go. I offered to pay half the bill but he said it was fine. His cards were both declined. He then said he would have been 10 minutes. He left the restaurant. I was left there on my own. I didn’t know whether to pay and leave or to wait. The waiter offered me some tea and told me he lived nearby. He returned with the amount in cash. We left the restaurant and he didn’t offer to walk me at least to the bus stop. I had to take a bus and then the train. When I arrived at the train station he was there talking to another girl. I had to walk fairly close to him to get to the platform. He turned, smiled and said hi and introduced me as his receptionist from his gym! Then they ended up taking the same train and sat few seats behind me!!! I just couldn’t believe it. Trouble he trained where I was working! Learnt the lesson! Never date clients! Although I only managed to eat half my dish as it got flooded with wine the restaurant’s staff, food and ambient made this surreal date a dinner to remember. Few months later I left that job and just over a week ago I got a text from him asking me if I wanted to go out again for another meal…Today I decided to tell this story so maybe there might be a second chapter!
Went out with a girl from work; we had a nice evening at a quiet bar, but to be honest I forget the majority of the date because as we started to leave the underground car-park to drive her home I reversed out of the parking space and straight into a concrete support column, severely damaging my first car and nearly giving her whiplash. After having a near breakdown at damaging my pride and joy, as the car was still driveable, I dropped her back at her place in total silence I was so embarrassed, we kissed awkwardly but I was distracted and annoyed at myself it was terrible. She never turned up for work again, and I never heard from her again… I felt so foolish and embarrassed, I couldn’t have explained myself anyway! Best to leave it… the £600 repair bill was my karma for being such an idiot. Clearly the relationship just wasn’t meant to be.
Well he was a Virgo and I’m a Virgo, so it was doomed before it had even begun. We had arranged to meet in town for an afternoon coffee. He was late and rather flustered. He had parked up but the meter had eaten his money and not given him a ticket and he didn’t have any more change. So he had left the car without a ticket to come and fetch me. We returned to the car and he wanted to move it to a working meter. We moved the car and as I was the only one with change, I gave him his meter money which he didn’t seem very grateful for as I only had enough change for one hour’ stay. Our date was to be at the Castle, where there was a Robin Hood Exhibition on. Nice, interesting and a bit different. Well, once we got to the Castle, he discovered that we had to pay an entry fee. He had very little money, so then we had to go and find a cash machine. We got back to the Castle only to discover that entry was in fact free after 4.00 pm. It was now after 4.00 pm. Instead of being happy about it, he made exasperated noises. I thought that it was funny, he clearly did not!
So to the end of our date, he clearly wanted it to finish, but did offer me a lift home. I accepted and then once we were stuck in traffic, he said that he was low on petrol and did I mind detouring to a petrol station. I said that was fine and then cracked a joke about how he only offered to drop me off in case he ran out of petrol and needed someone to push the car…………stoney silence.
This date was really over before it had even begun!
I was on my first date with my ex wife, we had gone to the theatre. When it reached the interval I asked her would she like an ice cream. I stood up to make my why out and the lady next to me would not move! So I said excuse me! Again not movement! So I said please do not be so rude could I get past! To which she replied if you get off my dress I will! How I got a second date I’m not sure!
I was set up on a blind date by my so called ‘best friend’. She had arranged for him to pick me up and then go on a romantic dinner date… We had the initial awkward silence conversation in the car, but I cut him some slack as it was a first date..
When we finally arrived we got out of the car and it was then that I figured something was horrvlibly wrong. I closed the car door and realised that I couldn’t actually see him over the roof of the car! I laughed to myself but then I realised that we would have to walk around Brighton looking like a couple from the circus. I didn’t know what to do so I spent the time walking from the car to the Restraunt hunched over like the hunchback of notradamme hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Needless to say, we didn’t see each other again. Moral of the story- never let your best friend choose your dates!
akwardly I argeed to go on a date with my friendsolder brother, his mum set it up. We planned to just go out for a meal, it was near Christmas time and we discovered that the first 2 resaurants we went to were full, after driving round and deciding where else to try, and where we didn’t want to go incase we saw someone we new! ( you get the drift, we both wondered why we everyagreed to this, as we didn’t want to be seen together!) We ended up in the parks car park eating a bag of chips each!
I met from Chinese New Year celebrations; he is my friend’s friend. One day he asks me for dinner, the food was good but he is not my cup of tea. After dinner on the way back to home he ask me ‘will you be my girlfriend’ my answer was ‘shall we be friends first and I need bit more time to knowing you’ at that time I saw one girl was really elegant and I did like the way he dress up therefore I ask him to take look at that girl to change the topic we was talking. Then he stares at me and says ‘why not let me know you are lesbian before you going out with me? I saw the way you looking that girl’
I say nothing just takes a taxi and I delete his phone number on the way home in that taxi.
My worst date ever began with my date being 45 minutes late to meet me for a drink. He was tall, gorgeous and had always seemed charming but he spent the majority of the evening filling me in on all of his past misdemeanors including getting a one night stand pregnant and telling her that he would stand by her when in fact he had no intention of doing so. Apparently ‘luckily’ she had decided to have an abortion – great! He also offered to tell me how many sexual partners he’d had and wanted to know my magic number in return…needless to say I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I thought that perhaps he was going to redeem himself when he offered to drop me home as he wanted to make sure I got back safe, however the evening quickly came to a close when he deliberately chased after and rammed into the car in front for ‘cutting him up’ in a queue. I got out of the car, hailed a cab and deleted his number. Worst date ever!
My worst ever was a date with my ex from hell! It was my 24th birthday and he tells me that he’s arranged a very special day for me- Wow, I think, maybe he’s not all bad! He informs me that I am off to a beauty salon ‘For a bit of tarting up’! Charming choice of words but a day at the salon is nothing to be sniffed at…. apart from the fact that he had booked me into the cheapest and scuzzy’est salon EVER! First someone mutilated my nails and painted them in a shade called ‘Slut’! Then a young girl gave me a pedicure- fine if she hadn’t been squealing ‘Ewww, I hate feet! Feet are so minging’ the whole way through! Finally my make-up was done in a manner that I can only assume was designed to match the ‘Slut’ nail varnish! From the salon I went to meet my ex who says that we’re now off to dine in ‘One of Glasgow’s best and most expensive’ restaurants! Despite my new ‘Slut’ look I was really excited. We arrive at the restaurant and order our dinner. When the meal arrives my ex looks at his plate and in a loud and rather put-out voice asked ‘Is this all you get? Where are the #beeping# chips?’- not the best thing to ask in a nouvelle cuisine restaurant! As the meal progressed he was still yet to compliment my ‘new look’, had repeatedly moaned about the tiny portion sizes and lack of chips, told me about how much his previous girlfriend had resembled Paris Hilton, told me how much he loved his ex girlfriend (and Paris Hilton) and all about how she was the girl he had wanted to marry. Then dessert arrives and he produces a nicely wrapped birthday present for me- a redeeming moment perhaps? You bet! A lovely bottle of some rather expensive designer perfume and as I’m sat there thinking ‘Maybe he’s not so bad after all’ he pipes up that he bought it for me cos it’s what his ex used to wear and how he used to love the way she smelt! Arghhhhh! I hurriedly ate my dessert and my ex asked for the bill. When it arrived he got the calculator on his phone and divided the £110 total by 2 (yes he actually used a calculator for half of £110) and then asked me for £55 for my half!!! Once we had settled our halves we walked out of the restaurant to see a man selling roses and I say how much I love yellow roses. My ex walked over to the man, exchanged words and returned empty handed stating that the were £2.50 each and that as he was now off into town to meet the boys he would need the money for beer but that he’d wait while I bought one for myself if I ‘really wanted one‘! I walked over, bought a rose, gave it to my ex and walked away- FOREVER!
Lol. This is priceless!
I had to wait over an hour later to meet my date as he was drunk with his dad, hed forgotten to book a table at this thai restaurant he was promising to take me too and it was fully booked when we got there. So he decided to take me to a steak house even though I was currently a vegetarian, decided he wasent hungry as hed been at hooters all afternoon drinking and eating. He then spent the evening playing on his phone, talking about sports, beer and amused by every bit of skirt that passed by our table. Turned out he wasent working nor had much career prospects and was using dole money to ‘take me out’ and i should appreciate that im being treated. I received a text from the girls inviting me out, so When he popped to the toilet ‘I backed doored it’.. needless to say we never spoke after that.
Worst first date ever… went for a meal and my date spat his food all over me when he laughed. He spent the whole time trying to impress with with quoting lines from horror films- low budget 60′s ones at that! We then went to the pub next door for a little drink before home and the bar was attacked by a man with a machetti. We ran out the bar dodging the pools of blood and I got a cab home. Zizzi- please make it up to me….please. xxx
Prior to going out my boy-friend sent me a valentines card…Unfortunately his spelling was not the best so instead of putting “To Deb” he put “To Ded”….! Luckily I forgave him because we have now been married 23 years!
My friend had set me up on a date with one of her old uni mates. We had both had a run of bad relationships so thought we would be a good match. One of my girlfriends took me to the pub before hand for a pre date drink, as he walked in for a start he didnt recognise me despite our mutual friend sharing our pictures, so i had to pluck up the courage to go over to the table and introduce myself. After one or two drinks in the pub we decided to move on to the restaurant, i popped to the ladies before we left, I gave myself the once over in the mirror in the toilets and there i realised that my brand new top had two splits in the back, where the fitted tucks were….OMG! you could see my bra and my back and it was very obvvious! I really hoped he didnt see that as i walked away from our table. I walked back to the table and quickly put on my coat, for the res tof the night from the restaurant to the next bar i either kept my coat on or made sure that he had his back to the toilets so i could disappear without him seeing. I would’ve been mortified. needless to say he never mentioned anything and that top went straight back to the shop the very next day!
I was about 16 and I had a date with a guy I fancied… No, actually I was more obsessed… And oblivious to how cheap it was meeting in a “well known American fast food restaurant”… I had an awful cold, but wasn’t about to give up my dream date for a sniffle! So, anyway, I spotted him walking through the door, I tried to act super cool and all nonchalant, took a sip of my strawberry milkshake… I couldn’t stop it, I knew it was coming… I sneezed and in doing so, blew the biggest pink and green snot bubble I’ve ever seen out of my nose… I ran to the toilets and stayed there until he left… Needless to say, I couldn’t look at him at school the next day!
My date was over one hour late so in the meantime I drank a lot assuming I had been stood. When he finally turned up with no apology, I let it all slide. Even when he said, “Is that what you are wearing?”As foolishly in my slightly merry state I let that comment pass and reminded myself that this was a favour for a friend.
So, we went out to a meal when my date proceeded to talk about himself and his very important job working for mummy and daddy. He then patronisingly explained the menu and the low fat options for me (damn cheek!). It was at that point that I really wanted to leave. However, he had a car and I had no means of transportation home.
At the end of the evening when finally it was time to pay, he made a big thing of being generous in insisting that I pay half. Then after dropping me off, he leaned in for the kiss. His bad breath was vile. With that, I quickly turned around and marched into the house with a “headache”, vowing never to go on a blind date again.
Because of my wishful thinking I thought that the evening would be the last of the terrible date. That was until the following day when I felt rather unwell. This awful date lasted at least two weeks. Two weeks of one of the worst bouts of food poisoning I have ever had.
I had just started a new job and had fallen for my new boss who was only three years older than me. We clicked and he invited me out to watch Norwich City play football. We lived at opposite sides of the City so agreed to meet up at the ground. I got home from work got changed and asked my dad to give me a lift into Norwich. We got in his car but it wouldn’t start. After trying for about 20 minutes to get it to start I started to get a bit panicky and decided to run to the bus stop to get a bus which I knew stopped near the football ground. After standing their for nearly half an hour wondering where on earth the bus had got to a guy pooped out of his house to say that the service didn’t run on match nights!! I ran home again to find that my dad had got the car started and he drove me to the game. I was over an hour late and the match had just started. My date wasn’t waiting for me so I thought that he had gone into the match without me. I ended up going with my dad to see my grandparents that night instead feeling totally miserable thinking that not only had I missed out on a date with a guy I really liked but also wondering how it would be at work next day having stood up the boss! I crept into work that morning and apologised trying to explain what had happended without it all sounding like a terrible excuse only to find that he hadn’t gone into the game but had wondered around trying to find me to make sure I was ok and then going home as he thought that I’d decided that a night at the football was not the best first date and that he had let me down in suggesting this. Our next date was to the cinema we both turned up on time and this year we are celebrating our 29th wedding anniversary! I married him when I was just 19 and we now have the most beautiful 9 year old daughter Darcy.
My worst horror of a date was with an ex boyfriend. We arranged to go see a film at the local cinema, which i thought would be nice and romantic. To my absolute horror he brought his mate along who I hated & who was a complete idiot! To make things worse, he made me pay for everything, including the popcorn and tickets, as he mentioned he had ”forgotten” his wallet. Needless to say it didn’t last long after that.
Last year I planned a romantic meal in as a surprise. I got my daughter to take me wife to the cinema whilst I worked my magic. Got everything prepared, table set, candles lit flowers and new lingerie (for the wife) and 5 minutes before my darling wife came home – kapush a power cut ! With an electric oven and hob my cunning plan was crushed. Ended up going to a pub in the next village with a glass of wine and some pork scratchings – mega romantic but one we will always remember
i hadnt been on a date in a long time and then i got asked out by a man from work, was so excited as hadnt been out in ages and havent been that lucky in love. We got to the date and i did think that the man would pay for everything as a gentlemen but thought i better get
Some cash out just incase and the cash machine swallowed my card and i didnt want to tell him as i was so embarrased and we ordered drinks dinner everything and bill was about 93 pound and wen the waitress brought the bill over she passed it to him and then he slid it over to me which i was shocked he told me he didnt have any money and my card had been swallowed so we were sat there, he told me he was going to the cash point and 20 mins later he still hadnt came back so i had to call my mum to come down and pay the bill for me and when we were walking back to the car we walked past a busy bar and he was stood at the bar kissing some other woman. So there is my date from hell X
I went with a friend of mine on a blind date with her and her boyfriend. It was one of his friends that he thought was perfect for me. It turned out to be my ex! Most awkward Valentines dinner in the world!
Some years ago my motherinlaw that now is started working in a posh french restaurant, all the family were invited for a meal. My husband that was then my boyfriend asked his sister where the toilet was he then proceeded to what he thought was the toilet and ended up in the broom cupboard. When he returned they started to argue and throw bread rolls at each other . Needleas to say we didnt return and my motherinlaw no longer had a job.
I went on a first date with a boy at 6th form to see Jurassic Park. Before the film I went to the loo and when i got back the whole row behind us were sniggering and my date was very unhappy with a huge wet patch mostly over his crotch. Someone has slipped and spilt a huge cup of coke over him. I got the giggles and couldn’t stop laughing for pretty much the whole film. He did not see the funny side. It was a first and last date.
My first date was going really well until we had to run catch a bus
well my tights elastic around the waist wasn’t too clever and as we were running I could feel them coming down but he was shouting run faster, faster. By the time we attempted to jump on the bus my tights were round my Ankles, I was so very, very embarrassed,he looked down at my ankles and his face said it all but I just continued like nothing had happened and screamed out in excitement that we had caught the bus.
I went on holiday with a boyfriend, 8 hours driving in the car, and we saw the billboard advertising the hotel he’d booked us into. It looked great, hot tub in every room, etc. He pointed out all the lovely things they mentioned. Then we drove to the place and he parked outside and he asked for a certain sexual favour that during our relationship I had always told him I wouldn’t do. So I again said I wouldn’t do it and he said BUT I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE DIFFERENT ON HOLIDAY and he turned the car around and drove all the way back to the city, not speaking to me.
I know you won’t believe this, but this happened again to me, with another boyfriend, even tho this boyfriend had never heard the story I just told you. This was the last straw. All the rage came up from the memory of the last time it happened, and I went absolutely bananas and he was so scared that he did whatever I wanted and stayed in the town instead of driving back, like he started to do.
Now you might think I am cursed by the devil but the same thing happened a third time, except the drive was not an 8 hour one to that same town. It was Valentines Day and we went to a 5 star ritzy restaurant in the city. There were gold life sized cupids hanging from the ceiling and tables for 2 only, and in the centre of each table there were real dark red roses and a velvet box with ribbons for each gal. I opened the box and it was a French perfume. My fiance asked the dreaded sexual favour question and I said NO and he accused me of not loving him at all, and was so upset that we had to leave immediately.
‘I went on a date with a guy a few years ago. He was handsome, rich and great company. However, throughout the date he had terrible wind and kept blaming everyone around him. Did this put me off? No, we are still together today…laughter has a lot to answer for!!’
My first ever date was back in school and the guy decided to change our date to the cinema to the school’s anime club anime marathon! It was awful – not only was it in school itself, I was completely uninterested in what was being shown plus it was cold so I fell asleep a couple of hours in. He got me some pot noodles for refreshments and later tried to hold my hand but all I wanted was to go home. We left after some 20 hours of movie marathon-ing and he was convinced it was the best ever date as he sent me home… I didn’t speak to him much after.
I had been single for a while and friends kept trying to set me up on dates but I kept declining. I finally gave in when my best friends boyfriend said he had a mate who would suit me perfectly. He gave me this guys email address and a cinema with a meal afterwards date was planned.
I arrived at the cinema early and waited … and waited. I thought I had been stood up and was about to leave when this strangely dressed man appeared. He was wearing a royal blue shirt with orange jeans (I kid you not!) but he was friendly enough and not bad looking so I thought I’d give him a chance.
Alarm bells rung when he said he’d changed his mind about the original film we’d agreed and would rather see the latest Saw film that was out. I don’t mind horror but not really the best choice for a first date?!!!
Halfway through the film he nudged me and passed me a small package. I wondered what it was until he whispered in my ear that he wanted to save money rather than go for a meal afterwards so had got his Mum to make us some marmite sandwiches! First and last date then!
My last 3 years invitation I received from a blind date on internet, it was an e-mail message from this guy saying if I like to go to his place for dinner “S.Valentine’s day” So I accepted the suggestion and I felt very excited. When I arrived he opened the door in pajamas and said: “shall we order some take way food?” My face went green and I replayed: “actually I forgot something sorry will be back soon!”.
I never wanted to see him again.
I went on a date with a man I had met and swapped numbers with on a drunken night out. During our meal I realised what a mistake it was! He kept telling me if I played my cards right I could meet his family and then he started to talk about his ideal wedding! When we got to my house he confessed his undying love on my doorstep eeeek! I politely said thank you and hurried inside!
When my husband and I were still getting to know each other, he went on holiday and he wanted to meet up as soon as he got back. While we were dating, I wasn’t sure whether we were right for each other, so I decided to break up with him when he got back from holiday. Ok, so we agreed to meet at St James’s Park on a beautiful summer afternoon. I had worked out all my breaking up speech, like “it’s me, it’s not you”, “there is nothing wrong with you, it’s just not the right time to be in a relationship”, “I need a bit of time to myself”, but when I got there, he brought me back chocolates and perfume from his holiday, so I couldn’t break up with him then.
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Now we have been married for 7 years and we have a 3 year old son! And we live happily ever after!
My worst date was with a guy i’d been emailing for awhile. He seemed very eager which was nice, lots of compliments and such until we met. He had a bit of an attitude and walked 3 paces behind me until we found a starbucks. He then got a ‘phone call’ saying that his Dad had fallen into a coma, now normally i’d have been super worried and concerned but my date’s ‘ringtone’ was the same as the alarm tone on the phone we both had the same make of. He then left, a grand total of 15 minutes after meeting me, text me to say he wasnt ready for a relationship and hasnt spoken to me since. But i did ask how his dad was a week later, to no reply but his sisters facebook seemed to indicate that he had actually rather enjoyed a holiday in spain, at the time of my date. Pretty low huh!
The date was to MacDonalds, and it turned out that the guy was engaged. Enough said!
My worst date was when I arrived at the wrong restaurant. I’d got the restaurant name right just the wrong town. When I finally arrived at the right restaurant – I got dumped!!
I was on my first date with this guy, who was about my age, tall and handsome man. He told me after I’d given him my number, that he would call up and plan a date with me. A week went by and he called saying that he’d gotten tickets to a football game and he was picking me up the next afternoon so we could go see the game and then enjoy an early meal. I’ve never been a great fan of football so was a bit worried about going, but eventually decided to go with him and maybe get to know more about him at the dinner. He promptly picked me up and took me to the stadium. I was asked to sit in the back seat, because he’d picked up his best friend, who came with us to the game. His car was filled with old discarded coke cans and gatorade bottles, and his dirty shoes from football… as well as his muddy footy kit, just strewn across the back seat. I’d decided to give his uncleanliness a pass because everyone from time to time has dirty cars… Maybe he was taking it for a clean tomorrow?
Anyway, we arrived at the game and sat down.. The crowd was humongous and loud, but I eventually got used to it. A couple of minutes before the game ended I got up and went to the toilet and told them to wait for me.
When I went back to find him, he’d left… He had forgotten about me and I had to wait for him to come back to take me home. I never saw him again, or went to see a football game.
I was super excited about going on a date with this guy, let’s call him Mr X. Who in my eyes is super-hot and super cool!!
We had been emailing and texting for a while and both decide to meet up…
I could barely contain my excitement, so that lunch time I went into town and bought the biggest killer heels I could find, I couldn’t even walk into the shop but I still went ahead and bought them.
After going back and forth on text I decided to let Mr X pick me up, tottering to the car I know I had made a massive mistake by over dressing. Mr X was casually standing next to the passengers door waiting for me , he was dressed down in jeans, t-shirt and trainers I got into his car, to then have the awkward meet and greet kiss I went in for one air kiss on the cheek and he went in for two. Slightly blushing we headed off on our date…
We went to Thai restaurant in town and as we were getting taken to our table on the lower level I managed to fall down the stairs and land right next to the couple who were very clearly having a moment. Wait for it…… he as just about to the pop the question and I was right there in the middle of both of them, slumped on the floor. They were looking at me, I was looking at them and the engagement ring was looking at all of us. (I promise you can’t make this stuff up)
My date peeled me up from the floor and helped me to my chair, I was mortified and could look at him in the eyes for the rest of the date. I had lost my pride in the fall and was left very red faced. Mr X found totally amusing!!
Everyone in the restaurant started clapping as the couple announced they were getting married, feeling slightly better knowing she never said no we got on with our date. Finally relaxing and tucking into our food. The couple came over and randomly took a photo of me, they said they would never forgot the proposal and needed a pic of my face so they can show people when telling them the proposal story!!!! CRINGE.
6 and half years later with Mr X, I guess as first dates go it’s one that went down in history for both of us xx
Several years ago I went out on a date with an incredibly hot guy. It was the middle of August and sweltering hot. I was pretty overwhelmed with my success at nabbing a date with him. I went to the bar and ordered a jug of long island iced tea. He followed me up to the bar and just as I picked up the jug I fainted – pouring the entire cocktail all over myself, my hair and my new dress. I never saw him again and I was so embarassed that I never went back in the bar.
Some 3 months later I was processing applications for a bar tender’s job at the hotel where I was a manager. One of the questions on the application form was “when was the last time you helped someone”. You can imagine my horror when I recognised my tale of woe retold by the barmaid !
My date from hell was actually in a ZiZi restaurant. I had split up from an Italian Man ….. and had started dating someone else, everything was going great. After about 2 months of seeing my new man, he decided it was time for me to meet his best friend and fiance from Wales…. they came to us and we arranged a table at our local ZiZi. With starters finished and deep in conversation I felt a presence at the side of our table and thought it was a waiter… much to my horror it was my ex Italian boyfriend who decided to shout at the top of his voice ‘see this woman I love her… this man sitting with her doesnt love her like I do’ at this point the whole restuarant went quiet he preceded to invite my new boyfriend outside for a fight! Everyone in the restaurant was in a stunned silence and it took 4 members of staff to get him out. How embarressing, luckily my boyfriends freinds see the funny side of it, but I truly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me !
I went on my first date with who is now my husband, we were sat in pub with his friends who commented that did I know he had false teeth, laughing his head off, they then fell out of his mouth and landed in his pint of beer, If only the ground could have swallowed me up at the moment. But I still ended up marrying him and 26 years on we still laugh about it.
My first date was going really well, chatting & laughing lots. Getting on really well. Then towards the end of the evening, he leaned over & I fainted! That couldn’t have put him off as we’ve been together 5 years & getting married in August this year!
Showed up for the date, and he didn’t say a word ALL night…good looking but SOOO boring! Never took his calls or went out with him ever again.
WORST date EVER was with a guy I had met on an internet dating site. We’d chatted online and when I met him in a cosy but quite cool cocktail bar, things started off pretty well. By the second cocktail he started telling me about a girl he had dated who owned the UK’s largest porn site for women. He was so impressed with himself. I work in media and recognised the girl’s name. I knew I would not want to EVER go near a man who had been near her. Feeling a bit sick, I asked the barman to call me a quick cab and made a speedy exit. Cocktail went unfinished and we never even got to dinner. YUK!
As a highly strung, very cool, if not slightly pretentious, teenager all I wanted was for the gorgeous Smiths fan to notice me…. as the college term drifted from winter to spring, i did everything I could to get him to see that he, cool, willowy, Morrissy quiff, turn ups was absolutley THE boy for me (short, crimped black hair a la Siouxsie, fishnets – well it was the 80′s) EVENTUALLY he asked me out and me, nervous but bluffing it, desperatly cool, robbed a packet of cigarettes from my best friend to increase my cool appeal. I smoked several of the cigarettes, blowing what I thought were icy cool smoke rings at him across the pub table, drinking my pint of snake bite and black…sadly I was not then and have never since then been able to smoke, after 3 of these I went clammy, starting sweaty and had to run outside to be violently sick… He held my gorgeous jet black hair out of the way with a grimmace and bundled me into a taxi…. not cool and a poster girl for the anti smoking campaign!!!! No – we never dated again….
I went on a date with a guy I met online. When I went to meet him I walked passed him because he was about 2 stone heavier than his picture. Not a dealbreaker but not what I was expecting. He had a pile of comic books on the table so I asked him why he had them and he simply replied, “Thursday is comic book day.” He then suggested that we move to his favourite bar. It happened to be an underground gay bar. I quite like gay bars but it was a bold and unusual choice for a first date. I eventually suggested that we go to another bar where he did the movie cliche of stretching to put his arm around me. So at 10pm I told him it was time for me to go home… only to find out that we were taking the same tube! When I eventually reached my stop he attempted to snog me. I was so desperate to get away that I actually jumped off the train without saying good-bye. Needless to say, that was our last date!
I met a guy on a dating site and he seemed quite nice and for our first date suggested we go to the local comedy club-I was impressed with the idea but before I knew it he had booked the tickets and told me he was taking me out on the following Friday. Friday arrives and I had a very strange feeling-after speaking to friends they said I really should go as he has obviously planned and paid for the tickets so I went along. On meeting this guy he looked totally different to his photo-and then he spoke and I thought I was out with a much less funny version of Mr bean. When he said to me that I needed to excuse his shirt as he was going to buy a new one but couldn’t get to burtons as he had to take his mum home I should have run for the hills but I stayed as thought at least the comedy night would be worth it. We sat watching comedians and laughed at completely different jokes-obviously had different senses of humour but what could I do? Was such a shame to waste a perfectly good fri night-so I excused myself and said I was off to the loo(taking my jacket and bag with me) and escaped down the fire escape. The worse thing was-the bouncers let me stay inside hidden on the balcony for my taxi to arrive-and I actually don’t think my date even realised that I had gone!! Lesson learnt. On the up side-the comedy club is now a cracking Indian and I laugh everytime I go to the loo and pass the fire escape.
I was on the very first date with my [now] wife in an extremely posh Italian restaurant (not Zizzi’s sorry, but then this was not in England). The mood was very romantic with candlelit tables and soft music and a great setting on the Amlafi coast. Unfortunately I had eaten quite a lot and the rich Italian food was giving me wind. I proceeded to pass wind which I had hoped would be silent, but it seemed to echo loudly from every surface in the exclusive eatery. Of course, the decorum would have been to pretend it was my shoe or the chair, but instead of trying to “blag” it my wife and I, like children, burst into fits of uncontrollable giggles, much to the disgust of the other previously romantic couples surrounding us. When I saw the tears in my wife’s eyes I knew she was the gal for me!
Married for 23 years, had hoped my valentine would think of something lovely, like a date at Zizzi, but realised he had completely forgotten about it when he announced “oh and my Mum is coming to stay for a couple of days next week” . Not as though the gown up children need a babysitter and he was being thoughtful! Nothing for it but to grin and bear it and book a table for 3 at Zizzi….at least the fab food made it bearable!
I went on holidays to Turkey with my boyfriend 2years ago.One evening we were sitting in a busy outdoor restaurant and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. On my way back I noticed two bar staff smiling at me. Feeling rather fabulous I returned to my table which is when the whole restaurant started singing Happy Birthday to me. The Maitre D’ set off two small fireworks into the sky and hugged me tightly. As moving as all of this was…..IT WASN’T MY BIRTHDAY! To wind me up my boyfriend had asked the waiter to bring out a candle in a desert and clearly things had gotten out of hand. I spent the rest of the holiday bumping into diners who continued to grill me on how much I was enjoying my birthday. Despite having the quick thinking to take 2 years off my age, it was exhausting to keep up the lie for 2weeks!!
I had arranged to meet a guy outside a pub, which had a phone box outside (in the good old days before mobiles). I was not a good person in those days and was already seeing a guy, who just dropped me off!! I was a little early and decided that whilst waiting for the one guy I had time to nip into the phone box and call another guy I was also interested in. So, I’m on the phone have a nice chat as the guy who’d just dropped me off pulls up outside the phone box…closely followed by the guy I’d arranged to meet walking up to the phone box!!! It was on hell of a fun night!!!!
The worst date I had was in 1985. This guy asked me out during a morning at the swimmimg pool. He kept following me up and down the pool and wouldn’t leave me alone until I agreed to go out with him. I relented and he arranged to pick me up later that evening. He turned up in this beaten up, old, rusty transit van. Bad start! We were going to the cinema to see Back to the Future, which I was pretty excited about. When we got there, I realised that we were double dating with some of his friends, and that I was very likely, a desperate last minute date for him! During the film, he kept trying to put his arm around me and laughed embarrassingly loudly at every opportunity. Anyway, In spite of this, I really wanted to see the film so I waited for as long as I dared. At the bit where the Doc was hooking up the lightning conductor, I told him that I needed the loo. I ran out of the cinema, straight to the bus station without looking back! It was years later that I eventually saw the end of that film, with my now lovely hubby of 17 years!
My worst date? It was on my birthday several years ago. I had been seeing this man for a while and he wanted to treat me to a stay in London for my special day. ‘Great,’ I thought, ‘this could be romantic.’ He booked us into a luxurious hotel in Kensington. All sounds very nice, I hear you say. I hate pretentious hotels, and worse, he knew it!! Anyway, I was alright to spend one night being pampered so set about getting ready for our meal out. He chose a French restaurant not far from the hotel. It was very nice and I thought this day was getting better and maybe he had taken notice of what kind of a girl I was after all. We were chatting and laughing when he said something sarcastic to me and without thinking I lent over the table to flick his nose. Well, anyone would have thought I’d punched him in the face. He made such a fuss about that I left the table to visit the toilet, just to get away from how embarrassed I felt. I had a few tears then decided to forget about that and move on. Maybe our date could be rescued yet. I love dancing and suggested we go somewhere we could have a dance. He didn’t want to, said he didn’t like to dance. I figured he may be just a bit rusty and persuading him would be all he’d need to get his feet tapping. We landed ourselves in one big argument…he was having none of it. I found out later he didn’t know how to dance. To conclude our dream get away together, we spent the night in separate beds on separate floors, but still in the same hotel. The next morning I gently enquired about my present, as I’d not had one from him. Turns out he’d spent over £400 for the room in the hotel and that was it!!
I was fairly down on my dating luck a couple of years ago so decided to give the whole online dating website thing a go, seeing as a couple of friends I knew had managed to find decent guys out of it. I finally agreed to a date with what I thought was an interesting guy who looked just my type…I couldn’t have been more wrong! Firstly, he was a good 30 mins late, when he finally arrived, he went to the bar 1st to buy himself a pint THEN came to introduce himself. He waited a good 15 mins before asking “aren’t you going to grab yourself a drink?” (clearly treating me to even a soft drink would’ve killed him) then for the rest of the evening proceeded to tell me how cool it was that by using just his iPhone, he could link up to his Sky box at home & change the channel his housemate was watching “just for fun” without stepping foot inside his house….how fascinating(!) Funnily enough, that was the last I saw of him & the first & last date I ever put myself through courtesy of online dating!
Worst date experience. hmm been a few. One that springs to mind first is probably the time a friend arranged a double date with two chicks from the interweb, (not recommeneded) He showed me their profiles and I was keen as a badger. We got the dancing shoes on and applied enough hair wax to glue a large boat together. We then set away on a 2 hour road trip to meet the ladies. They had told us to meet them in one of the pubs. We parked up jumped out and headed in to see them. Both of us were smiling from cheek to cheek in anticipation of what the night may bring with these two godesses we had before us.. Wrong. One looked like my dad would in drag, the other girl had a substancial amount of facial hair with compliments of a fully developed uno brow. Being a good friend and a bit desperate at the the time I stayed and took one for the team. We all had a copious amount of drinks and funny enough they actually became more attractive as the night went on. The power of the beer goggles!!
PS Zizzi Rocks..!!!!
Funnily enough I have experienced both my worst and best dates in Zizzis. The worst was with a girl I had met the previous week on a night out. We had arranged by text to go out. I suggested Zizzi because of its substantial portions, mouth watering menu and fabulous array of wine. The night was going great. Would go as far as to say it was the perfect first date. Until my ex girlfriend and five of her friends sat down on the very next table to us. I went bright red and lost the power of speech. It was horrible the most awkward twenty minutes of my life. But I just had to finish my Zizzi.! After we left we both laughed about the situation and are now married with a little girl. We still go back to Zizzi for our anniversary every year.
I was asked out on a date by a guy from uni. I really fancies this guy at the time and looking forward to our date. I was expecting a nice meal or drinks but instead he asked me did I want to go shopping to the trafford centre! I agreed to go and the first part of the date was going so well until he began shopping for clothes. He asked what my favourite colour was and I told him green. The date then decided to buy lots of different tops and basketball tops in the colour green (this creeped me out). Then he said he was hungry and wanted a bite to eat, I told him that I wasn’t hungry but he insisted I ate because he didn’t like eating alone. When the bill came, after insisting that I ate he made me pay half. On the way home, the date decided to play 50cent really loud and had his windows down in his car, if that wasn’t bad enough he then started doing this hand actions to the 50 cent lyrics. The date asked for a kiss, he didn’t get a kiss and he never heard from me again. Disaster.
There was this guy from school that I knew of…was friends with my cousin and kept badgering him for a date as I was single after a 5 year relationship. I thought, heck, why not! So time and place was sorted and before I left I knew it wasn’t right. He asked me to drive…not happening. Got in his boy racer car. Which was loud. Rackety. And he warned me something was broken, this meant every tiny pebble we hit seemed to throw the car up in the air. When we got there we walked to a bar where he asked why I split up with my ex boyfriend…nice topic on first date. He then told me a very VERY awkward story. On a rugby tour, him and the other lads got Henry the Hoover to do their business on them. Just, why?!
Then had to endure the cinema and make a fast exit, get home! And we decided we didn’t ‘click’ and I decided I hate dates!
‘I once met a man on a bus’ I told a group of friends one night. I explained how we had caught the same bus to work every morning and often sat next to each other, and even though we’d exchanged shy smiles we’d never actually spoken. I told them how, one morning, he passed me a note as he got off the bus. It said he’d found a new job, he wouldn’t be getting this bus anymore, but he thought we liked each other and it would be good to meet somewhere that wasn’t a bus and see if we actually got along. I sent him a text that lunchtime, saying I would have loved to, but I’d just got back together with an ex. That was that. But the ex and I broke up after a disastrous couple of years, I was single again, and I’d always wondered about the one that got away.
They thought it was fabulously romantic, and asked if I still had the note. I did. Text him, they cried. Go out with him! He could be the one!
Utter foolishness, but my friends and too many glasses of red wine won, and I texted him when I got home. He seemed surprised, but pleased to hear from me. We arranged a date there and then. Everything seemed promising. He chose a great venue – an arty little out-of-the-way cafébar, where a local band was playing.
The date came round, and as soon as I saw him I knew it was going to be awkward. He was wearing a t-shirt, buttoned-up cardigan, cords and converse. So far, so normal. But all down one side of the cardigan he had carefully pinned about 30 badges. It was like he’d dressed as a regular person, then deliberately tried to make himself look off-beat and quirky and interesting.
We started talking, and my suspicions were confirmed. Not only was he incredibly un-interesting, he was also incredibly pretentious. He had the cheek to tell me he ‘approved’ of my outfit. He said he ‘worked in media’ even though all that meant was he spent a couple of hours on a volunteer project. He actually worked in accounts. He forced me to run off a long list of bands I liked, then told me he couldn’t possibly tell me any of his, because they were all ‘really obscure’ and I wouldn’t know any of them. As a final blow, he said ‘Well, I think you’ll agree this has been great and you look very nice and as I arranged this date it’s your turn to arrange the next one. I’m assuming there will be a next one, because I don’t see any reason why not.’
I fled home, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Now, if he comes up in conversation with friends, he’s referred to as ‘badge man’, not bus man. It would have all been so romantic, if only I’d never seen him again.
I had met a guy online and we decided to meet for a drink the following Saturday. Well, I chose the place near my apartment as I don’t own a car. I went there on Friday and talked to my favorite waitress, explaining I was meeting someone new. Well we worked out a signal in case something was going badly. So, on Saturday, I get there early and am waiting for him. He looked nothing like his picture. His picture did not show all his bling, nor was he wearing a 1970′s shiny polyester shirt and pants in the picture.
Well, he ordered a drink and after two or three SENTENCES, it was clear to me this wasn’t going to work out. When he finished his drink, he was looking around for the waitress, obviously wanting to order another. As politely as I could, I said, you know, I don’t think this is going to work out, but I’ll pick up the check and I think you should leave now. He looked at me and said No. I said, excuse me? He said no – he liked me and wanted to give it more time! Well, I would have left, but I didn’t want him following me home. So, I looked over and the waitress was looking at me. I gave her the signal. She cocked her head and looked at me again, I gave the signal again. She filled her tray with glasses of water, walked right over and oops! he was covered! He was soaking wet and VERY irate, but he had to leave. She got a big tip.
When I was in the Navy (where have I heard that before)
My ship was in refit at Chatham, where we were all moved in to HMS Pembroke, no longer there as a Naval shore base now.
At around 9pm each evening we had what is called 9 oclockers, this consisted of sausages and other goodies for us hungry stokers, and others.
I was walking along the main drag with my mate when I was introduced to two wrens.
Me being brought up to share what I had, I offered one a bight of my sausage sarny, which she gave a the most filthy look and walked away.
Well to cut a long story short we have been married now for 41 years. My missus still mentions that awful gesture to people we meet.
There must have been something there.
Okay I chatted to a guy from an online dating website and after a few texts back and forth, we decided to meet. I couldn’t make it until the third time, he would only ask me in the morning so didn’t leave much time, finally I sadi yes.
We were going to meet in a pub not far from my work, he said he had his own IT business and was in the area.
When I arrived, I looked around and he obviously wasn’t there, so I sat down and took my coat off and waited. He arrived a few mins later and called me, I answered and I could see a guy from the far left he wanted to check it was me.
He came over and started talking, I had no drink and he said he wasn’t going to have a drink, I asked for a latte as it was so cold outside. He said he had no cash on him and a few mins later he said he needed the toilets. He came back to our table and sat awkwardly, the bar manager came over with my latte and asked the man for payment of £1.50. My date, if I can call it that, said he didn’t order it and so the bar manager asked me to pay. When the date was in the toilet, I had told the bar manager I was on a date. Soon after, the bar manager came over again and asked my date to buy a drink saying it was a licensed premises, the guy reluctantly went over to the bar and bought a beer. He found the cash in his wallet after all. He came back down and spent about 5 mins drinking the beer and asked what I thought of me. Well I said to him, he could be a nice person, but in reality he was unattractive, unkind, dishonest and a selfish person. Soon after he said he is leaving, I said fine. He asked if I was leaving too, I said no I will stay and finish my latte.
The bar manager came over after he left and couldn’t believe the encounter he had just witnessed. He said the first thing you do is offer the lady a drink. I have dated many men over the years and I can safely say it was my worst date ever!!
I drove 1½ hrs to a date and when we met I was a bit surprised he didnt really look like his picture on line. He parked his car in the station car park and we went to the pub in mine. The date was ok but not really for me. Anyway at the end of the day I took him back to his car and to our horror his car had been locked in the car park for the night. I had to drive back home but he couldnt find anywhere to stay the night so he ended up sleeping in the freezing cold on a bench outside a hospital. Luckily they gave him a hot drink and a blanket. He never spoke to me again.
Last February just few weeks after i met my current boyfriend he asked me out to celebrate the Valentines day. He came and picked me up that evening and all dressed up and ready for a lovely time we went to this restaurant nearly an hour away from home just to find out that there are so many empty tables but none of them we can have as my fantastic boyfriend did not book it in advance:-( Tomorrow is the day again, we are going out, not sure where as it’s supposued to be a surprise- we will see but as i know my boyfriend it may be another disaster:-(
A few years ago I went on a date with this guy I fancied for years. I was so nervous though I ended up getting very drunk.
It went down hill from there. I couldn’t even pick my knife and fork up properly. let alone eat! My cheesecake went flying across the room and landed in someone else’s plate. So embarrassing!
After realising he was not impressed we decided to go home. He said that he would drop me off rather than me getting a taxi.
The disaster…
He had recently just brought a new car.
What did I do…
After 10 minutes of sitting in it I was sick everywhere. It was awful.
Luckily we were near to my house.
I just got out, put my head down in shame and walked into the house.
He never did call again!!!!
Quite a few years ago I was dating a barman at a local nightclub, as I was going out with him I did not have to queue to get into the club. The particular night in question was a themed ‘Tropical’ evening. I stepped out of my taxi with my friend infront of what must have been around a 500 people long queue to get into the nightclub, as I closed the taxi door I shut in my sarong and un-beknown to me he drove off and left me standing in a bikini top and my lovely knickers infront of the whole queue! The relationship did not last much longer after that!!
We’d been going out for a few weeks and things were going well.
Not wanting to make a big deal of valentines day we decided to play it low key and stayed in to watch a movie.
We were getting a bit sexy on the sofa and in a moment of inspiration I grabbed the ice cream i’d left out to soften.
As I leant forward to feed to him sexily I managed to dump the whole lot in his lap.
Things were a little chilled after that! CRINGE
(we’re now married with a kid and another on the way so it seems I didn’t do too much permanent damage!)
After a very ‘get drunk as quick as possible to make it bearable’ date we got invited to a party. The party was in the middle of nowhere and after being dropped of by the cab we had to walk at least 2 miles to get to the house. On the way nature called so squatted down straight on to a bunch of stinging nettles! My yelps of pain put him off and to this day (18 years later) I still cannot wee outside.
hello guys, i would like say to all the people that work in zizzi NORWICH, now i live in BRAZIL but i never forgot you i miss work as a head chef with you in norwich!!! the best food:)
BIG HUG AND XXXXXXXXX. BRUNO
Sorry laptop went funny.
A few years ago my ex and I went to the park. I was all-ready in a strop as my meal out at an Italian wasn’t going to happen due to his cousins coming over that evening and instead we were going to eat soggy chips buy the pond. We were walking along the pond edge when he asked me for a pen. I went to the depths of my handbag and brought out what i thought was a pen and gave it to him. The tampon I had just given him by mistake caused him to react like a monkey receiving an electric shock. His sudden movement caused me to loose balance and fall in the pond full of green slime. It was a fun bus journey home………