Worst date ever: before my freshman year in college, this guy I knew who was about to go to the Naval Academy asked me to go see a movie with him. I was doubtful because I'd heard he was out for one thing, despite being really nice in school, but my mom pressured me to go--"after all, Navy accepted him, you should go!"
His movie of choice: Gone With the Wind. His location of choice: the drive-in. Have you ever spent 3 hours fighting somebody off?
And my mother's response, when I came stomping in, was,"Gee, that sounds like the time my father talked me into going out with this guy who was about to go to West Point and all evening he tried to grab me." Arrggghhh! So she turns around a generation later and pulls the same thing on me?
Best dates ever: so many with Mr. Carnation......
