Worst date ever: The last date with my psycho ex. It was the weekend after Valentine's Day, and we were supposed to be going out to dinner, just the two of us, for V Day. At the last minute he asks me if it's ok if we go out as a group with some of his friends. I was annoyed, because it was supposed to be just the two of us, but I said ok. STUPID.
His friends insisted on going to a bar. I was the only one in the group who wasn't 21, and I'm not a big fan of bars anyway (too noisy and smoke-filled - at the time you could still smoke in bars), so I suggested that we go to a restaurant instead, and whoever wanted to drink could drink. But no... it had to be a bar. And the ex wanted to go with them, even though he was supposed to be spending the evening with me and I wouldn't be able to get into a bar, and he doesn't even drink. By this time I was pretty pissed at him. So I said, "Go be with your friends. You want to spend Valentine's Day with your friends instead of your girlfriend, fine." And I walked away.
Instead of going with his friends, he
followed me back to campus. I tried to ditch him on the T... didn't work. I tried to ditch him while walking across campus... didn't work. Nothing worked until I got back to my dorm... he wasn't a resident, so he couldn't get in unless I invited him, and needless to say, I did not invite him in.
It wasn't too long after that, that he dumped me by IM because I wouldn't convert to his religion. Didn't even have the cojones to break up with me in person.
Thus I fell victim to the AEPhi Valentine's Day Curse.
I guess I got off light in the bad-date department.
Best date: So many dates with my husband... there's no one "best date" that stands out. The spontaneous ones are the best. Back when we were living in Boston, we would grab sandwiches and a bottle of wine and go have a picnic on the esplanade. Or we'd go out for a walk, and randomly decide, "Hey, we're out, we're in the middle of Boston, let's have lunch somewhere nice."