Amy,
I posted this in your column about the LW who doesn't want to have sex with his wife but will elaborate a little more here for this thread...

I went out on a date to an Indian resturant with a really nice guy. The date was going well and food was good but soon after eating, my body decided it didn't like it and immediatly decided to purge it from my body. From both ends. That date ended very quickly.
My dates words to me were, "You didn't tell me you were also a stunt double for the Exorcist." Luckily, he gave me a second chance. We dated for a few months and even though we didn't work out romantically, we were still friendly for a while after that. He once told me that he's still thankful that he that he got the worst of it right from the get go because if he could handle that, every other relationship "gross" issue would be cake after that... lol...
We lost touch just because life happened but I will always remember how cool he was about the whole thing. He was admittedly grossed out by the whole episode but he was also reasonable about it. (Although, we never went out for Indian food again after that...)We did share a few jokes about it too which likely helped make what could have been a really bad situation, a little more bearable.

Back in the summer of 1969, when I had just turned 18, I took out a girl who was 17 (she would be 18 two weeks after this event, and had already graduated from high school like myself) on a late date up to County Line beach north of Malibu. I was driving my '61 VW Van. We got to a relatively deserted County Line at about 1:00am, and I hung a u-turn and stopped on Pacific Coast Highway. All of a sudden a Ventura County Sheriff prowl car roars up behind me, the two cops run up and open the VW's doors and they demand ID. We pull out our licenses, they take one look at hers and grab her and throw her in the back of the prowl car, hang a U, and speed off, all without saying a word to me. There was no way in hell I'd ever be able to catch them with the VW Van, but they drove about 1/2 mile north and pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant across the street from the point. An interesting aside was that the restaurant (which was closed at night) was owned by "My Little Margie" co-star Don Hayden, who was great to the surfers. I started my VW, hung a U and drove up to their car. One cop was on the phone, and the other cop said to me that I have one hour to get her back to her parents house or an arrest warrant would be issued for me (the drive was about 50 minutes). I had to call the Sheriff station from her parents house and put her parents on the line to confirm she was back home. Fun, fun, fun. The next night we did the same thing again without a problem.

I went on a blind date with a guy I met on match.com. He picked the place, a trendy pub that serves food. I was 21, full time student with a part time job and he was 26 and a writer for the local newspaper, so obviously he didn't make a ton of money but I made even less. The pub has $4-$5 beers which is pretty expensive for Oklahoma. Anyway, I show up 5 minutes early, sit at the bar and order a beer. 15 minutes later he shows up. I should have left then. I paid for my beer and we got a table. We had 2 beers apiece at the table over 2 hours. When it came time to pay, he asked for separate checks. Strike 2. My part time job was waiting tables so I knew we had camped out and I made sure to reflect that in my tip (the pub was nowhere near full) My bill was $12ish after tax and I left a $20. He asked for change and left $1 and the coins. As we were standing up, I turned to grab my purse and turned around and saw him pick up the coins from his tip and put them in his pocket!!

I told him I was not interested when he called me for a second date. Because he picked the place, knowing my work/school situation, I thought it was rude not to pay. I would have offered to tip because I know most non servers
don't understand holding a table from being turned over and I would only expect him to leave a 15-20% tip on the $25 bill.

I've gone on other dates, not the first dates, where I have said I would like to add more money to the tip Bc of my serving past. I've never dated anyone who doesn't tip at least 15%. I don't eat at 5 star restaurants, so that extra few dollars isn't going to break the bank. If it does, you shouldn't be eating out anyway if you can't afford a proper tip!

A bad date about a year ago...maybe two now...I had started out OK. About 30 minutes in there is a real pregnant pause like about 2 minutes. Searching for something to say I asked if she had gotten a financial issue cleared up that she had mentioned on the phone earlier.

I am not sure if she misunderstood what I asked or was intentionally talking about something else... she started talking about her family's financial problems and she had dropped out of school in Portland and was moving back to the area. This went on for quite a bit. At the end there was another pause.

she broke the pause with the following (not exact but close): "Well, this date has turned into a downer."
"hmph"
"Well, if you have two hundred dollars it could still have a happy ending."

I thought she was joking and started to joke back. She became annoyed. I paid the bill and we went our separate ways. I started wondering about it and when I got home a googled some of things she said. I realized she was bargaining for what services for what price.

In junior high a girl I knew had come over so we could study together. My mom bought us a frozen pizza and went out to dinner with a friend of hers. Shortly after the girl jumped me, and a few minutes later we were mostly naked and going at it on a bean bag chair in the family room (sans condom, but hey, it 1978 and it was my first time.)

I did not know or hear that my mom had doubled back to check in on us, so we got got caught about as much as anyone has ever been caught in the act. The funniest thing was we were both too young to drive, so my mom had to drive her home, me in the front seat and she was in the back- silence ensued round trip.

heh, I had a similar date with someone like sabrina... except she had just drunk too much. I helped her home, kept her hair out of the commode when she was loosing a very expensive dinner in it, and basically went into caretaker mode, making her comfortable, and such. Once I was sure that she was finished being sick, and was sleeping it off, I wrote her a note and let myself out.

The bad part wasn't that.. all that stuff can be dealt with.

When I contacted her in the morning, she was pretty hungover still, but I kept in touch, asking if we could try going out again.

And was "FriendZoned". OI!

"Oh, you're just too nice a guy for me."

Mutual friends later said that it weirded her out to have me see her in such straights.

I once had a blind date with a woman who was a product-liability lawyer. She spent the whole date lecturing me about the evils of technology and all of the companies she wanted to sue -- one of which was my employer at the time. I couldn't wait to drop her off at home and get the hell away from her.

Hmmmmm. Blind date, guy specified he would pick me up after dinner to go downtown and listen to jazz. No problem, as I knew he was starting a solo accounting practice and was budgeting - I can appreciate fiscal prudence.

But he showed up at my house finishing his BK meal and threw the trash in my garbage.

Headed downtown using rapid rail and as we went through he dropped my token in, turned to me and said "don't say I never did anything for you." I good-naturedly chuckled at his joke . . . only to find out he wasn't joking.

It was an awkward evening.

Oh, and there was the guy I met through work. We were going dancing and arrived early. Saw a goofy golf place and decided to play a game or two while we waited.

I beat him both games and he sulked the remainder of the evening. He wouldn't dance with me and ignored me until he finally decided it was time to go home. By that point, I had called my "safe ride" and said buh-bye. No way was I trusting him to take me home.

I went on a blind date years ago that was truly weird. The girl lived next door to a friend, and we'd spoken on the phone a few times.

One day she called me and said she wanted to get together with me. I said fine and we made arrangements for the next day. She told me she'd moved and was living in a motel 6 until she got into a new apartment. I got the room number and told her I'd show up around 1:30 pm.

As I was getting out of my car at the motel, a guy was getting out of an old mustang. I said something to him about his car, and we both walked toward the hotel talking about old cars.

Turned out we were going to the same room. He knocked on the door, and a man let us in. I walked in and sat down. I think there were two men and a woman in the room when I walked in. No one asked who I was so I just sat down and checked out what they were doing.

They were smoking meth! A few minutes after I entered the room, the woman said they had to get going because she had a blind date and didn't want to be there when he (me!) showed up.

At that point I stood up and introduced myself. Then I left.

This wasn't a date, but it was the worst offer I ever got.

I buy and sell toy trains. I went to look at some trains at a townhouse. I walked in and the place was filthy. There was a guy passed out on the couch by the door, and the woman who had called me had bad tracks on her arms.

The trains were on the coffee table in front of the passed out guy. I looked them over, and offered $80. The woman stepped closer, and while stroking my crotch asked if I'd do $100.

I stepped back and said no. She got pissed and I left before the sleep got too aware of what was going on.

It wasn't exactly a date, but a hookup in a nightclub. She mentioned she had a couple of guys she was seeing, but that didn't stop her from making out with me for a while. What she didn't say was that one of them was coming to pick her up when the club closed, not until she led me out anyway. Now *that* was an awkward handshake...

I suppose he and I could have bonded by comparing notes :)

Worst date: He almost killed us.

I went out with a guido a few times my freshman year of college. His parents were Italian immigrants and his name was Fabio. I'm not joking. He had three cars. When we took the Audi he drove like a little shit. I drive like a little shit, too, b/c it's Mass but he took it to a new level.

We were on Rt. 9 in Newton when he decides to race a Porsche. It wasn't like we were in an R8 or anything - we were in a 3 liter A4. No way we're taking a 911. Except Fabio here likes to put his big cajones on display so here we are going 100 miles/hour on a two lane road so we can cut in front of the Porsche and get on the highway before it...running red lights and nearly hitting the median a few times. I nearly pissed myself. This didn't make me stop talking to him, though.

What finally convinced me to stop talking to him was the fact that he stopped taking my calls and disappeared for 3 weeks (blowing off a date we had planned) and finally shows up out of the blue. Where was he? Down in Connecticut gambling at fucking Foxwoods. Apparently he's a poker addict! Also, he was introduced to me by my room mate who, around the time I was dating Fabio, I discovered had a little problem with cocaine.

1) The guy had seemed fine on the first date. After the second date, he offered to drive me home. I accepted. We got "lost," and he pointed out all the best places to get blow jobs from hookers right in the middle of the sidewalk.

2) Another guy had such bad breath I couldn't get close to him. It was really awkward. His breath was so bad it gave me a splitting headache.

This one takes me back a ways. Sophomore year in college, over 40 years ago.

I went to school in Boston, and lived there. My roommate lived in New York. I visited New York over the summer, and while I was there my roommate fixed me up on a date with Sue, his girlfriend's best friend. It went really well, and I was smitten. Sue went to college in upstate New York, so all we could do over the next couple of months was write to each other (no cell phones, no internet, and you couldn't make long-distance calls on dormitory phones).

Finally, we made plans for me to visit her. I would fly out after classes Friday, come out to her campus to see her, and stay over with relatives in the city. She would come into the city Saturday and we'd go out to a concert.

I had no car, so getting to her involved a plane ride, subways to and from the airports, a train to the town of Bronxville, NY, and a long walk from the station to her campus. All worth it--or would have been, if the girl at the end had been anything like the girl I met two months before. Instead, she spent the whole evening acting as if she'd rather be having her teeth pulled.

I returned to the city in a bleak mood, not helped by riding New York subway system at 3 AM (you meet the most interesting people). When I called her the next day, she said she couldn't come to see me as planned. I forget the exact excuse she used, but it was a lie so obvious it wouldn't have fooled a five-year-old.

When I got back home, I asked my roommate to talk to his girlfriend and see if he could find out why things had gone so wrong. He did, and it turned out Sue had decided before I ever set foot on the plane that she didn't want to see me anymore. Some ridiculous reason; my handwriting reminded her of an old boyfriend she hated, or something like that. Sure would have been nice of her to let me know that before I spent all the time and money to visit her. . .

The capper: months later, I heard through the grapevine that Sue had claimed that I attacked her in her room and tried to rape her. (Nothing could be further from the truth; we were in her room for awhile, but the door was open and she sat as far away from me as the layout permitted.) I don't know if she ever filed a police report, but my name might still be in a file somewhere.

Recently I met a guy and his gf at the dealership where I have my car worked on. When they came into the waiting area I was relaxing on the couch, but I offered it to them bc I was alone and they are a couple. When the gf went to get coffee her italian bf started hitting on me. I felt bad for her but I was bored so I thought I'd fuck with him a little. I gave him my number and, before I even left the dealership, he texted me. I told him my real number was $500, just to get him to leave me alone, but also a little curious to see what he would do. Two months later he starts calling me wanting to cheat on his gf with me and telling me how big he is. I asked him if he remembered my other number and he said he did! What a douche- so funny though! I said I'd be in touch. He's actually really cute and his gf is a super hot asian gal- it's like my own little Hugh Grant story. Hilarious!