—Erin, DCA guy took me to the Tompkins Square Park dog parade on a date, followed by brunch, where he told me about how he can't have orgasms because he's on Prozac.
And oh, could I cover brunch, because he makes like zero dollars.
I'm completely freaked out, decide I'm going to the bathroom, and he asks if I need help wiping. " She winds up sneaking me through the kitchen, and I slipped her a tip.
(I wish I was making this up.) I make it to the ladies' room, where my waitress walks in after me as I'm planning my escape route, and she says, "Um, I was just listening in on your date. —Kristin, NYThough we had really hit it off on the phone, when we met in person, my blind date looked nothing like he said he did and spent our entire date talking about how unattractive he is and how women constantly reject him, asking me if I thought he was ugly.
Do you mind if we don't go to the place I suggested? Then he says, "Good, 'cause I don't really feel like driving way out there and then bringing your ass all the way back home. Then once I pay for my half and leave my tip, he puts down and asks me if i have any more small bills because he doesn't want to break his other .
I mean this is just a first date." I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, and we went to one of my favorite restaurants. I told him to ask the waitress to change his damn .
We leave the restaurant, and he says, "This always happens to me when I drink rum.
It makes me have to pee." We keep walking, and then I realize I'm walking by myself because he stopped to pee in the alley, right in front of me.
Handsome, charming, seemingly normal, so I agreed to go on another date with him.We went to a nice restaurant and had just ordered when he leaned over the table and said, "I shave my balls." I excused myself, went through the kitchen and straight out the back door to a bar to use the phone to call my friend to pick me up.—Viki, WVOn my fourth date with a guy my mom set me up with, we were playing pool and enjoying a couple of beers when a girl came up to our table, introduced herself, and then threw her beer on my date.As I sat, I imagined the really cute guy and unbelievable credentials, and was extremely excited to meet him.Finally a guy sat down and introduced himself as my date, but instead of the 25-year-old I was expecting and was pictured on his profile, he was overweight, balding, and at least 50.