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Originally posted by Optimist Prime
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Worst date ever: Went to dinner with a guy I met at my cousin's wedding. The night started out nice -- he brought me flowers and took me to a great restaurant. He wanted to order calamari as an appetizer and I told him to feel free to order it for himself, but that I didn't really care for squid. So he ordered some for himself and, when it arrived, offered some to me. I politely turned it down which resulted in him snapping, "Well, I'm paying for it, so you'd better eat it!"
It went downhill from there. During dinner, he proudly regaled me with stories of how he got his first 2 DUIs and how he started chewing tobacco at the ripe old age of 8. Then, after dinner when I excused myself to use the ladies' room (and try to figure out how to end the night politely but quickly), he reached out and grabbed my rear as I was walking past his chair.
After dinner, I told him that I needed to get home, but he kept pushing and pushing until I finally agreed to have ONE drink at a bar that was on the way from the restaurant to my apartment. We went in, ordered a drink, and then, as I was standing next to the bar, I felt this hand creeping under my skirt. I slammed my drink down and told him to take me home. He agreed without any argument this time and I thought, by this point, he was aware that I was 200% NOT interested. However, when we got to the door of my apartment, I realized that the only reason he'd agreed to leave the bar so quickly was because he thought he was coming to my place to spend the night! He's trying to get in the door, I'm trying to close the door... luckily my male roommate was home and saw what was going on. Thankfully, he intervened and offered to walk my date-from-hell out to his car.
Two days later, I got an e-mail from the guy, inviting me to his place for dinner. When I flatly refused, his response was, "Is this because I touched your a$$? I'm sorry, but I just couldn't control myself."
Best Date Ever: About three years ago, my boyfriend and I made plans to go on a boat ride on his lake. I met him at the dock after work and found him waiting with a bottle of wine and two glasses. We floated out to the middle of the lake and sipped wine while watching the sun begin to set. Then, out of nowhere, he presented me with a little white jewelry box and asked me to marry him.
It doesn't get much better than that.