On this confession Friday, Glamazon has asked us to share our worst date ever. Well, since we are confessing...I will confess that I really didn't date a whole lot. I had one off and on boyfriend in high school. We went out on actual dates maybe two or three times and they were fun. One may have been a disaster in his mind as I was the center of attention. But that was not my worst date. I had a lot of male friends. Let's face it, there are a lot of mean chicks out there. Guys were easier to be friends with. At least for me. But even though I had many male friends, and even did things with some of them, they were not "dates." Just friends going to a movie. Of course, Rich will tease me and tell me I
That being said, there was a guy who I went out with for a brief time. I was 21, and smokin' hot! For the first time in my life, I felt like a beautiful person. I was also incredibly naive. This guy seemed all right at first. Very sweet. He even sent me flowers. Then on our last official date, it went sour. See we were supposed to be going to San Diego. We were supposed to be starting the day at IHOP. What we did was go to his mom's and have breakfast there. I was never so uncomfortable in my life. There was family visiting also. I just wanted to leave. Actually I wanted to bust through the front door and run all the way home. But I stayed. Then it was time to go...to San Diego. He took me to the mountains. What the heck? Seriously? I remember very little about it. We walked around the trails and stuff. I was mad. Real mad. I just wanted to go home. He later apologized and promised to take me to San Diego next time. Yeah, what happened was me tearing him a new one. I then swore off all males since they were scum, liars, dogs, turds, big butts, jerks, evil...well you get it. I didn't date another
Side note: Jerk guy once commented about my hair--which was short at the time-- that I had nice hair but it would be even nicer longer. Oh no he didn't! Oh yes he did! And I am not one to be crossed. I said, "Well it's my hair, and I like it short!" This occurred before the disaster date. Hmmm was he trying to control me! LOL. What a toad.
That is my worst date ever. Rich and I never had a bad one. We had a failed one. We had won tickets to a Martina McBride concert when Ryan was a newborn. We had someone come in to watch him and the girls. I was all gussied up. I was looking good for a Mama of a newborn! Woohoo! But ooops...we looked at the tickets and they were for the NIGHT BEFORE! Is that sad or what? What was your worst date ever? Did you ever have a date fail?