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Hey ya’ll!!! What are we talking about on this fine Tuesday you ask??
I am linking up with two of my favorite bloggers, Allie and Brin to bring you…Dating Disasters!!
Let’s take waaaaaay back and talk about my very first date. First dates are awkward anyway but especially when it’s your very first date ever AND you have been set up! He was a freshman in college and I was a junior in high school (yes, you read that right, I didn’t go on my first official first date until I was a junior in high school).
So, the guy comes to pick me up, meets my parents, everything is great! We had talked about going to eat and then maybe going to a movie after. A new Mexican restaurant had just opened up in town and ya’ll KNOW I LOVELOVELOVE me some good Mexican food. Well, he told me Mexican food irritates his stomach so we vetoed that and he told me he would take me to his favorite place to eat. I was excited ya’ll!!! That lasted all of two seconds and we pulled up to the freaking Dairy Queen. Yes, the Dairy Queen. Apparently he loved their fish sandwiches. Who knew DQ served regular food?? Not me!
So, we ate and talked and it wasn’t so bad until he decided that after we ate he needed to run by a friends house to pick something up. Ok, no big deal, he said we would pick that up and then go to the movies. Well, he went in the house and left me in his truck for OVER AN HOUR!! Good thing I was sweet, innocent Ricci back then because the Ricci now would have gone into that house and dragged him out. OK?
He finally came out and I just told him to take me home. Worst. Date. Ever.
Lets move on, shall we?
After that was what I like to call “The Whole Bottle?” aka “The Official Worst Date Ever”. I was in college and my boyfriend at the time and I were supposed to go out to eat and meet his friends later that night at a bar. He worked and I was still in school. He lived about 30 minutesa way from me. Well, I got home from school that day and started getting ready. I had a bottle of wine that we were going to drink before we went out…you see where this is going right?
His “I’ll be there in 45 minutes” turned into “I am running late and we will probably have to skip dinner” turned into him showing up 2 hours later to a very drunk Ricci. I was so mad that I drank that whole bottle of wine and then cracked open another. Bad choice…
We went out that night and all I remember is falling on the dance floor (but not spilling my drink!), telling everyone I was paying for the next round of drinks (we were on his tab), and then puking in the back seat of his truck on the way home. And the next morning he found mud all over the backseat of his truck. Apparently I found a mud puddle, stepped in it, and proceeded to smear all over the back seat while I was throwing up. Klassy. With a K.
We ended things soon after that…I wonder why?
I really could go on and on but really why after that last one? It was pretty good if I do say so myself. HA!
What are your dating disasters?
oh my goodness! too bad your bad second date wasn’t with the first bad date :P
This is awesomeness! You just can’t make these things up! Those are some pretty bad dates! Goodness!
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Wow!
I am surprised you don’t have a boyfriend, though, you seem funny and kind and have a beautiful smile. :)
One guy took me to his grandmother’s house on our SECOND date. I sat there while they had a conversation about their family members, basically shutting me out. Then we went to a bar so he could briefly say hi to some friends. Then when went to see another friend of his. He and the friend (a guy) wrestled on the floor in front of me. After that I didn’t hear from him for a while. When I text-messaged him a question about a class he had taken at our school, a girl called me from his phone, called me a bitch, and told me not to talk to her boyfriend anymore.
And there’s a worse one, but I shall not soil your lovely blog with any mention of him…he doesn’t even deserve this sentence.
I have lots of horrible dating stories… I should really blog about them sometime.
I’d be so mad if I had been left in a car for over an hour!
bahahahaaaa that last story!! I’m just loving this link up–although I’m not brave enough to post my own!
Haha funny story! And having your first date as a junior is totally normal! My sister and I weren’t even allowed to date until we were 16 except for school dances. One time I was on a date with my current boyfriend, and we had only been dating a few months at this time. We went with a group of friends to see a bunch of bands play downtown, including MGMT, who I was obsessed with at the time. Well he ended up getting so drunk before the show started that he was throwing up in the bathroom and we had to take a cab home before MGMT took the stage. I was so mad! He’s still living that one down.
Hot. Mess. Express. Ricci.
What in the world was he doing in there for an HOUR while you just patiently sat in the truck?! I would have had a fit. For real. Well, I probably would have marched my little but up there after about 20 minutes to figure out what was going on… I’m definitely not as patient as you seem to have been!
OMGosh. LOL That’s hilarious. I should write out some of mine. I could write a novel.
Date #1: I don’t even know what I’d do if I was stuck in someone’s truck for an hour. Talk about rude. You were on a date. Not the time to go to a friend’s house.
Date #2: I probably would have done the same thing. Not here? Keep drinking!!!