So was this before you gave up on men? Or do you still date men also? If I am being to personal, I apologize. Just that I have been following your posts and your opinions for a while and your personality is very interesting and attractive !

My worst date doesn't seem so bad now.

I joined a dating site a few years ago and not long after I get a lady from Glasgow making me a favorite. Now she is very nice. About my age. slim and fit, nice looker, Lithuanian. We chat a bit (not much but a bit) and I have to tell her as I live in Liverpool (about 230 miles away) "thanks but no thanks. Glasgow is a bit far to walk you home hun, So sorry". But she won't leave my thoughts. All the time I`m thinking "what if.. What if SHE IS THE ONE. Are you prepared to end up in some home with porridge dribbling down your chin and you let this slip away ". It keeps nagging at me, won't leave me alone, invades my thoughts all the time.

Meanwhile I need to buy a tent. I only had a small fessie one and needed a VWE thing for people to sit in at night/rain. Its November, so now is the winter of our discount tents. (sorry) Im on ebay and theres a 6 man tent, brand new, I bid £25. Then to my dismay see that it is "collection only" from Edinburgh Ahhh oh never mind theres 2 weeks left to run Im bound to be outbid. You guessed it.."only bid"

Well that settled it "this is fate" says I. Fill the old Volvo 440 with petrol and point it north.

We arrange to meet outside a catholic church. Took some finding after a 230 mile drive so Im a bit late and shes there, dressed all in black looking like a middle aged Mortica Addams. 10 yrs older than her profile. Takes one look at my old banger of a motor (got a better one now) and I can see she is NOT impressed. Anyway we go for a drink in town talk a bit and I ask about the church? "I am not a catholic. I am a vitch" (I did say she was Lithuanian). "I only go there to steal their pow-ver". "Oh that`s interesting "I say and about that time I realized that she had a prosthetic finger, made of silver (great looking nail on it though. Well if youve got a false finger you might as well have a great looking long nail). We do not hit it off. She makes her excuses and I walk her to her bus stop. I end up in a B & B having a great night out in Glasgow. Do a round trip to pick up said tent and chalk it up to experience.

The thing is (and it don't come easy to me this, as Im a What you see is what you get" type of guy where religion etc. is concerned) What if she put a spell on me? It kinda makes sense. The thoughts, my error on ebay, it not being outbid etc. They could all be a "bring him to me spell". Which so I`m told is one of the common ones.

Anyway I still have the tent, lived to tell the tale and yes I have traveled for meets since that have been fantastic. The only regret is I never got to hear about her finger.

We went to the movies. The guy was very distant and did not talk much. We had amazing intellectual convos online, but in person he became a shy quiet hermit. On the subway home he intentionally sat two seats away and put his feet on the seat next to him so I couldn't sit next to him. When he was getting off to say bye, I was going to at least shake his hand or hug him bye, and he stretched out his arm to keep me at a distance and yelled bye! It was as if I had some super contagious deadly disease. When I called him out on it online he rebuffed me by saying it was not a date when CLEARLY in our messages there was evidence of us arranging said date. Blocked him after telling him not to be so damn rude on dates.

Oh my God! That sucks

I Met a girl i had met thru a pen pal service in Metal Edge magazine years ago long before the Internet invaded society. We met at a bar... and i get there and i asked her something i don't remember what,. So apparently she had some type of condition were she was very afraid of meeting new people and she did was say ummmm and mumble. I tried to make her comfortable and get past it . But we weren't there long. I decided to go i think she said she may have been sorry for not telling me about this. That was a very uncomfortable feeling,. Also i did feel really bad about it

I have a cousin who is just a couple years younger than my aunt and is more like an aunt than a cousin. She set me up with a date one time. The guy asked me to a dance. I knew right away it wasn't going to be fun. He apologized over everything multiple times.

At the dance, he kept at least 4 feet between us, which made it impossible to talk to each other over the loud music. I kept leaning in to try and hear what he was saying and he kept backing up. Soon I had him pinned against the wall with about 3 feet between us. I didn't want to invade his personal space but we couldn't have any kind of a conversation any farther apart. Needless to say, we didn't dance at all since he would have had to actually touch me.

I made the excuse that I had to get home to finish a report for school the next day (I was in college.) He drove me home. No awkward first date kiss, of course, since that was impossible 4 feet apart. He actually called for a second date and I politely turned him down.

I have wondered many times why my cousin set me up on that date. Did she think maybe I would just be nice and help him feel more socially acceptable? I certainly hope it wasn't because she thought I would actually be a good fit for that guy.

I had a date with my partner and a poly lady that was colorful...

We went out to a restuarant and I'm trying to strike up some conversation. Obviously, it can be tough getting the conversation going... but I hung in there and tried to get things moving. Kayla is a little quiet at first.

The date literally did everything she could to be negative and nasty. I'd ask some questions about herself - interests, aspirations... things that I thought would have been worthwhile to discuss at least... things I care about and I'd like to know about someone. She would shut it down. If I told her anything we were interested in, she made it a point to condescend or to just say how that interest was stupid. It was purposeful - no one is that awful.

She ordered the most expensive thing... because of course...

Afterwards, she just assumed we were going to have sex. It was the strangest thing... I wanted to desperately end the night and so did Kayla. This lady just literally was like "well, I didn't come here to talk to you guys... I'd like to just fuck and go home." This is after weeks of conversation and discussion about how we are looking for a relationship and not just sex.

This is when I let my resentment steer for awhile...

"You've been... well... kind of awful all night. Why would you think we would want to have sex?"

She said that obviously we would because she was a willing woman with big breasts. I kid you not - I thought I was being punked on some poly dating show...

We were sitting in her car talking at this point. I said "your really proud of your chest, huh?"

She pointed to them and said "duh."

I said "show them to us..." Kayla looked surprised that I asked that. She showed them.

"... nah, no boobs are worth putting up with someone so selfish, unconnected, and entitled as you have been this evening. Grow up and go to the gym sometime. You need to get a personality and realize aren't 22 anymore. Time is taking its toll."

Me now would have ended the night early and not been so mean... but yeah, I was frustrated by that... stopped dating for awhile.

Good call on your part. Apparently his in-laws are going to "catch him" at something. If this was the case he didn't deserve you.

@redcupcoffee - just wanted to say your questions are always really thought-provoking and I appreciate that. Thanks for being on the site. (Sorry, read your profile and didn't think a private message was warranted.)

Met a man at a restaurant for dinner. Before I agreed on the date, I explained that I was not going to sleep with him, that it was dinner only (I met him online). He agreed. The entire dinner he kept trying to talk me into renting a motel room with him.

After I finished dinner, I told him I had to go. He again asked me to rent a motel room; I told him no. He then asked if he could feel me up saying that I had nice boobs and that he just had to feel them. I turned around and walked off.

I like aggressive men, but when I say no, I MEAN NO.

Another time I was at a friend's house (not really a date). He picked up my purse and started going through it. I grabbed it out of his hand and demanded to know what he was doing. He informed me that in his country (he was from Nigeria I believe) all men were expected to be able to go through a woman's purse anytime they wanted to. I told him we weren't in his country and in order to do that here he would have to ask for permission.

He disagreed. I left. Never saw him again even though he called my house at least once. His bad luck was that my father answered the call (I was a teenager at the time). He was NOT pleased.

This is a bit much, but it has a very practical moral to the story, so hopefully it's not too much. Trigger warning: I refer to my penis.

Basically, I'd just started dating a woman in college, our first year there. We were both your standard, horny teens. We went to a dollar theater and saw some old movie that, naturally, had no one in the theater itself, aside from us.

We sat down in the highest corner possible and started to make out. I was slightly hesitant when she undid my pants, but eventually she succeeded. The real issue was she used her dry hand, and had a grip like a baseball player on a bat. I didn't know what to do exactly - do I just cry out and notify everyone about this, if anyone was there?! I got up and went to the bathroom, and turns out I was bleeding slightly, I assume from one of her rings. That wasn't great.

The moral of the story is: date people who believe in lotion.

Edit: we did end up making out in the car and getting hot and heavy, and having a cop knock on the window while I was naked. He was surprisingly kind and just asked us to leave.

Once I went on this date with a woman that I wasn't entirely into online, but I thought I'd give it a shot in person. We met at a restaurant and she was a little late, but that was no biggie. I was really hungry because I'd had an early lunch, so I was eager to eat. Seated, she explained that she might need to check her phone now and then because she was having some work done in her house the next day, but was waiting for the repair guy to confirm his appointment. I didn't mind that. Gradually, over time she checked it over and over until it turned into texting and eventually a phone call...at the table. Again, I was really hungry so I tolerated this so I could eat...but what ended up happening was the "repair guy" was actually an ex-boyfriend. He was going to come over the next day to fix something, but they still had some issues to sort out. I know this because she got into a fight with him...at the table...on the phone...right in front of me. But I was so hungry I ate. When I was done, we left the restaurant. She apologized, but I made it clear there wasn't going to be another day and wished her well.

Been texting a lady on pof for a couple of weeks.. she lived about an hour away and didnt drive.. she invited me to come hang out, and I could even stay over.. she seemed pretty cool.. I get there and we go for a walk around.. smoke a joint..
I mention that she seems really jumpy and uber nervous.. she proceeds to tell me that the reason she got out of her last relationship (and had just moved here) was she was in a very abusive relationship and ran away..
I did my best to be gentle about things, but I did explain to her that maybe "dating" and especially on pof might be a little to soon for her.. nice enough lady but extremely damaged.. she pulled down her profile afterwards.. most uncomfortable "date " I had ever been on..

I drove 120 miles to go on a date with a very smart and attractive woman. When I got to her place, she lived in a mobile home in a wooded area. It was dark but I could see bugs all over her door but it was in the woods so I didn't think too much about it. She answered the door, she was as beautiful in person as she was in her pictures, she invited me in..... I wasn't two feet in the door when I let out a loud Aaaaahhhhh. She had roaches crawling all over the place and I hate to sound like a wimp but I don't do roaches. These roaches didn't run away either, they crawled up and wiggled as if to say hi. She apologized as soon as she saw how uncomfortable I was and she told me this story about how her ex-boyfriend had snuck over and dumped two buckets of roaches as a way to get revenge. I feel bad but I had to go. Don't judge me because you can't imagine the number of roaches living with her. If I was her I couldn't fall asleep in that place.

He really thought you would go somewhere else with him after that? Lol

In high school, I drove my date home from a dance. She invited me in for a nightcap. Unfamiliar with the term, I told her I didn't wear anything on my head when I went to bed. Her eyes got really big. She blushed as red as a clown's nose. Then she opened her door and ran screaming from the car into her house.

Oops.

I went out with a guy, the usual movie and dinner. He showed me a hotel reservation for a room... I excused myself to go to the powder room... Then i snuck out...