Post: #26

On a date with very shy girl and I think something was wrong with her in the head as well. She spoke little and when she did it was very softly. I was unable to hear a word. Took her to the movies, mostly out of pity and nothing good was playing. We watched some shitty children's movie.

Post: #27

The worst date experience for me was when I was back in college. I met a girl that was friends with my then roommates and I asked her out to attend a work related social event. I picked her up at her house and I then suddenly realized that I was low on gas.

I stopped off at a local gas station to get gas and then went over to the cashier to pay for it. As I started to walk back to my car, I slipped on a patch of ice and landed on my side. My back was in serious pain and my right hand was bleeding a little bit from scraping the pavement. I got back to my car, got in and then proceeded to clean my hand from the slush and blood. I told my date what had just happened and she didn’t show any concern or care that I had just fallen down. This was very telling to me and it showed me what her true character was like.

The fact of the matter was that my back and hand hurt like hell and she was completely indifferent about this. That was the first and last time I went out with her.

Post: #28

I'm not sure this was my worst first date, but it was my worst first date bang:

Started talking to a girl on Tinder. Conversation got sexual very quickly. I gave her some bullshit excuse to visit my place and she agreed. I met her in a cafe nearby. She looked much, much better in the pictures. Way too skinny IRL. She was also very odd. She was very quiet, wouldn't make eye contact, had some strange mannerisms, and had a weird look on her face. Even her voice sounded awkward. I could barely hear her when she spoke. She was a 4/10. Maybe 5/10 if I'm being generous.

We talked for a few minutes and walked to my apartment. I sat with her on my couch and tried to make conversation, but she wasn't saying much. I went for a kiss and she reciprocated. Not long after she was naked on my bed. Smooth, I thought. I noticed she had a lot of cut marks on her arms. She blew me a little, but then said she didn't really like giving head, and stopped. Alright. I went down on her but not for long. I put a condom on and started fucking her. She was silent the whole time. Not a moan, not a word, nothing, just entirely silent. First time something like that happened to me.

I asked her if she was okay, she said sure. She got silent again but then added she liked it rougher. I'm already pretty rough in general, but fine. I started slapping her harder, calling her names, and throwing her around. Still no reaction. "Not feeling it?" "You can hit me harder" "What?" "Harder".

Unsure what to do, I started slapping her even harder. Hard enough that if I miscalculated I'd do some serious damage. Then I kind of got a reaction - a moan - but nothing to write home about. At some point I just got tired, stopped, and laid beside her. She didn't say anything, just laid there quietly. Lack of chemistry didn't even begin to describe it.

"Can I take a shower?" "Of course" I walked her to the bathroom and grabbed a towel on the way. She didn't seem to mind me - she immediately got below the shower and started scrubbing herself obsessively. "Cleaning up, huh?" "I'm very allergic" "I see".

We barely exchanged 10 words after that. She put her clothes on. I offered her some pie. She accepted. After she was done, I said "whelp, it's getting kind of late". I walked her to a bus stop. She asked me if I was going to give her a goodbye kiss...



My heart said no, but my brain said "come on, be a good boy and do it. It's not going to kill you".

I kissed her goodbye, wished her well, and never spoke to her again.

Post: #29

my worst date was when girl didn't wanna to do anal on a first date.. so fucking weird ehh these girls ,)

Post: #30

This "girl" was a tranny. Misleading pics. Needless to say, I kept it short.

Post: #31

My worst "first date" of 2018 is tied between 1. this date with this girl in February where I got SIFed, this date less than 2 weeks ago with this HOT brazilian "socialist" who my left-leaning ass still wasn't liberal enough for.

Post: #32

Two tied, both within the last six months.

The first was an older broad, about 28 years old. I agree to meet her on a bougie rooftop in NYC.

She shows up, clearly hung over from the previous night. Her pictures didn't reflect that she was slowly hitting the wall. She told me she was out all night drinking with her girlfriends. She was yawning, wouldn't take off her sunglasses, quiet the whole time. She gave a few half assed apologies but it was pretty pathetic to see this post waller showing up to a date at 10% capacity. Out $40 for two champagnes.

The second was a broad a couple years out of college. Racially mixed (White/South Asian) but with very Caucasian features. I take her to a speakeasy, $20 cover charge each. We get in and start pounding drinks, she has a pretty snarky attitude. She turns the conversation towards white males "winning the genetic lottery," as if being an attractive white girl getting wined and dined was some sort of disadvantage.

"So now would be the time to talk about politics."

I make the choice to play dumb, as I lost a repeat bang earlier in the year by unsuccessfully pretending to be a liberal. "I don't know much about it," I reply.

"Well who did you vote for last election?"

"I didn't vote, isn't the economy doing well though? That seems to be good"

"Yes, the economy is doing well," she concedes. "But what about the minority children getting harassed by racists, blah blah blah"

It's pretty clear she won't let up.

I start cracking jokes at the "genetic lottery" comment, saying some shit like I knew I hit the genetic lottery when I aced my 2nd grade finals.

She says: "I really thought you were going to have more of an understanding of the racial issues in our country, and how lucky you are as a white male."

Bitch walks out on me

Out $100 for drinks, cover, and having just gotten disrespected, I was furious

I sent her one last Snapchat of my expensive watch collection with the tag: "When you hit more than one lottery."

She blocked me after that.

Post: #33

Back in 2013 I went on a date with an American Born Chinese chick who was studying in Australia. Met via OKC from memory.

We both lived in the CBD, so I offered to walk to hers whereby we would walk together to the venue. When I arrived, she mentioned that she was still putting on make-up and invited me up to her room. Stupidly, I didn’t escalate when I clearly had the opportunity to.

At the bar, I bought expensive cocktails. She thought it was perfectly ok to start a conversation with a some other guys at the bar, basically turning her back on me. First red flag.

Decided to move across the road to another bar. It was packed, but I managed to find a table outside in the beer garden. Not wanting to lose our seats, she offered to go to the bar to get us our drinks. She returned about 20 mins later, however I didn’t think much of it because it was so busy, not until I took a swig of my beer which was now warm. Her drink was almost finished.

She had obviously been chatting to some guy/guys at the bar. She finished her drink within the next minute or so, and offered to get more drinks.

After another 15 minutes, I decided enough was enough and walked inside to the bar area. Sure enough, there she was flirting away with a guy at the bar.

I walked out and blocked her number.

Post: #34

Here's a bad 1st date story that happened when I was 17. I don't think I ever told anyone this one, but today I'm putting it out there.

Met this girl in a chat room (lol) who lived about 3 hours from me. We exchange pictures and talk on the phone for weeks. I tell my friend from high school about this and he insists it would be an awesome road trip to go meet her on a double date if she has a friend for him. I ask her and she's like yea, she has a single friend who would be down for a double. We think this is the best plan ever which will guarantee a lay for both of us. A 1st date double date. Genius.

We had a vague plan to meet at a mall, then go to a movie. It's the middle of winter and we decide to meet them in HER TOWN 3 hours away. We're in high school and this is the furthest we've ever traveled without our parents. We don't even tell our parents where we're going - just that we're "going to see a movie" and we'll be home late.

This is pre-smart phone and we didn't have a GPS in the car so we get lost on the way. It's dark, it's cold, but we're committed and we really think we're going to get laid this night even with nightmare logistics, no game and no plan. We were also fucking idiots, btw.

We finally arrive at the mall after what seemed like a voyage across the Atlantic. We find them. I'm wearing a fake mink-like coat which looked like a dead fox (I was really into peacocking back then). I go up to shake my girl's hand. I see her look at me, look at my coat, and look at my friend. I see the look of sheer disappointment in her eyes. Then my friend shakes the other girl's hand and I can tell she's not having it either. We walk around the mall for a bit and things are awkward af.

The girl I was talking to then suggests we go to the movie theater down the road. I think, "finally, this chick really does want the D"

We take separate cars (lol) and they say to follow them there. I eagerly say, "perfect".

We're driving towards a yellow light. It turns red. We stop. Their car flies through the red.

And keeps going.

My friend and I look at each other, stunned, but silently acknowledging what just went down.

It begins raining. We have a 3 hour drive to get home. We don't really talk on the way back.

I get home around midnight to my mother waiting for me in the dark living room, screaming to holy hell about where I've been all night.

Post: #35

(12-03-2018 02:28 AM)TIOT12 Wrote:  I picked up a cute Russian woman in a restaurant in Spain. During the pickup, she came across as an independent, care free and enjoying life. And we both weren't looking for anything serious so I setup the date. I was choosing a restaurant close by my hotel because I knew it would be easier for me to get to and find a bounche spot. But she started to whine that it was far from her place and so instead I let her talk me into going to a place near hers. Of course, this was a big mistake as men should always control logistics and this place was 20 minutes away. And naturally, I ended up having trouble getting a cab to the date and had to walk so was about 15 minutes late. But not a problem, as I was able to adapt and we got into the usual first date conversations of her hopes and dreams and stuff like that. I had her laughing and we are having a good time.

We finish dinner and take a walk along one of the public squares. Things are going well and it is romantic and so I attempt to hold her hand but she denies me. This too has always been a bad sign for me if a woman will not hold your hand in public after you have had a good dinner conversation together. But I am not discouraged as I know I will try to escalate again later. Anyway, she starts to ask me LTR type questions as she wants to know about my business. I have no interest in answering these questions because I am not looking for an LTR and so consider the questions rude. She then chastises me about my lack of ambition (I wasn't answering her questions seriously) and tries to tell me that Kim Kardashian is a great role model to follow in life. That was the point that I knew there was not going to be a second date especially as she was showing gold digger tendencies.

But since I was that far along in the date, I figured I would carry the date further just to see how things would go. I tried to escalate at another romantic spot while we were standing but was rebuffed again. Then, about 10 minutes later I tried to again escalate as I walked her over to some benches. But again, she rebuffs me and starts in about how she is not that kind of girl which is a direct contrast to the type of girl she presented herself as when I picked her up. Basically, she was just cold and the whole date seemed very transactional where she was weirdly trying to put me in a provider box.

So I figured three strikes was enough and I decide to walk her back and want to cut the date short to see if I can't pickup some other women because it isn't yet midnight. She senses that I am not happy with how the date went and starts to berate me and tries to turn it on me like this is somehow all my fault. I am getting annoyed because I want this to end but she keeps making a big deal of it and then about how I need to take a taxi because she is now suddenly concerned about my well being.

So the whole thing was weird. I don't know if she was just that prudish in the end or maybe she changed her mind during the date and wanted me to take a cab to get rid of me so she could go meet date #2 or just wanted a free meal. Or perhaps it is because she was a Russian woman and they just aren't as warm as other women. Regardless, I was happy to be done with the date. And the good news is it reinforced a couple things in my mind:

1. Guys should always control logistics because it reduces potential problems and it makes it easier to hold frame as you are leading.
2. If she won't hold your hand, it probably is best to cut your date short and seek out other backup plans for the evening.

I highly doubt the 2 issues u listed had anything to do with the night going the way it did.
You fucked up, you buttered her up first talking about her dreams and goals then got upset when she asked you the same questions
Your game needs to start being more authentic, actually talk about shit you want to talk about instead of gimmicky "first date" convo starters
When she brought up the LTR questions you shoulda just stated why you don't want a LTR and stand on it with confidence

Based on the way you described the date she clearly had some interest in you but was rejecting your approach/tactics. A Woman who had lost all interest at that point would have went along with you trying to make the date end short as they would have wanted to get the hell out of there too but she kept trying to get you to stay longer

You were basically bombing the whole night after your initial interaction and by what you described she was still trying to give u chance after chance to right the ship but because it didn't go step by step how you wanted it, you just decided to abort

I'll be honest you need to tweak some aspects of your game brotha, the type of game you are displaying will only work on DTF chicks, u need to figure out step 2 when a girl rejects your sexual advances and tries to make the date about serious things like LTR and "Goals"

Post: #36

Los Angeles, 2004.
She was a super hot yoga teacher/wannabe actress. A ginger, tight body, 9 out of 10. She'd had a bit part on an episode of Seinfeld.
"Do you know why I wanted to meet you?" she said.
"No," I said.
"Because you said you were born on November 11."
"So?"
"So that's eleven eleven."
"Yeah?"
She makes quotation marks with her fingers. "Eleven eleven."
"Yeah, so?"
"I'm a numerologist." She leans forward. "It means that you're the portal."
"I'm the portal to WHAT."
Her crazy eyes light up. "I don't know. To something...universal."
I left ten minutes later. She was talking about how the food was "vibing super high".
Hottest girl I ever walked out on. It hurt, but always listen to your gut.

Post: #37

(03-08-2019 03:06 PM)Savonarola Wrote:  Los Angeles, 2004.
She was a super hot yoga teacher/wannabe actress. A ginger, tight body, 9 out of 10. She'd had a bit part on an episode of Seinfeld.
"Do you know why I wanted to meet you?" she said.
"No," I said.
"Because you said you were born on November 11."
"So?"
"So that's eleven eleven."
"Yeah?"
She makes quotation marks with her fingers. "Eleven eleven."
"Yeah, so?"
"I'm a numerologist." She leans forward. "It means that you're the portal."
"I'm the portal to WHAT."
Her crazy eyes light up. "I don't know. To something...universal."
I left ten minutes later. She was talking about how the food was "vibing super high".
Hottest girl I ever walked out on. It hurt, but always listen to your gut.

Damn, the sex probably would've been insane.

Haven't had a really had a "worst" date but back when I was bluepill as all fuck I put on my nice button down to take a cute 7 to one of those spots where you paint and sip wine, then to a nice Italian restaurant, then to a bar for drinks. Got a reluctant kiss and then took her home. Went home for Christmas break and things dropped off. Now I wear a T shirt and meet chicks at a bar. Shout out to this forum for all the tips

Post: #38

Last year sometime. A girl around 30 with a decent face and pretty nice body, probably a 6 or 7, I encountered via online game. So she seems pretty flirty in our texts and, after nearly explicitly hinting that she is DTF--or considering it, at least--is coming over to the area where I live. As she arrives, she can't find me right away, but when we find each other after a couple of minutes she seems a bit reserved and defensive, giving off the kind of vibes you'd expect from someone unreceptive to cold approaching or something similar. After we take a few steps and I ask her some question I can't recall, she kind of just snaps and says "this was a mistake" and complains something along the lines that I apparently didn't even make an effort to find her. She starts walking away quickly and, what I initially thought was a joke, turns out to be her actually leaving and going back home. I went after her and tried to ask her to explain, but was left powerless.

This kind of thing has only happened to me twice, and both times it kind of felt terrible. I'm used to vibing well with girls just seconds after meeting, so being blown off after someone has come quite some distance to meet messed with me a bit. I figure they either really didn't like or expect what they encountered, or that I somehow seemed rude or too much like a player, or alternatively that they just had major issues.

In both cases I was expecting sex, so it's possible their behavior represents them "overselling" themselves and doing a U-turn as a kind of LMR, knowing that they couldn't really back out otherwise.

Post: #39

(03-08-2019 03:06 PM)Savonarola Wrote:  Los Angeles, 2004.
She was a super hot yoga teacher/wannabe actress. A ginger, tight body, 9 out of 10. She'd had a bit part on an episode of Seinfeld.
"Do you know why I wanted to meet you?" she said.
"No," I said.
"Because you said you were born on November 11."
"So?"
"So that's eleven eleven."
"Yeah?"
She makes quotation marks with her fingers. "Eleven eleven."
"Yeah, so?"
"I'm a numerologist." She leans forward. "It means that you're the portal."
"I'm the portal to WHAT."
Her crazy eyes light up. "I don't know. To something...universal."
I left ten minutes later. She was talking about how the food was "vibing super high".
Hottest girl I ever walked out on. It hurt, but always listen to your gut.

I would have told my gut to fuck off and plaid along with little miss crazy

Post: #40

(03-08-2019 03:06 PM)Savonarola Wrote:  Los Angeles, 2004.
She was a super hot yoga teacher/wannabe actress. A ginger, tight body, 9 out of 10. She'd had a bit part on an episode of Seinfeld.
"Do you know why I wanted to meet you?" she said.
"No," I said.
"Because you said you were born on November 11."
"So?"
"So that's eleven eleven."
"Yeah?"
She makes quotation marks with her fingers. "Eleven eleven."
"Yeah, so?"
"I'm a numerologist." She leans forward. "It means that you're the portal."
"I'm the portal to WHAT."
Her crazy eyes light up. "I don't know. To something...universal."
I left ten minutes later. She was talking about how the food was "vibing super high".
Hottest girl I ever walked out on. It hurt, but always listen to your gut.

Don't feel bad about this. I went on a date in january with perhaps the hottest girl I've ever been seen in public with. She legitimately is slightly off.

We tend to assume that because one is beautiful, they don't have the other issues that uglier, fatter girls have.

Post: #41

Hmmm I think I got 2 but the second is more funny than worst date ever - I'll let you decide:

1) In my hometown (in England) on a night out some girl starts talking to me and its obvious she wants to bang. I'm a bit known in my hometown so won't be seen with any girl below an 8 (she's a nurse and a 6 maybe 6.5 on a good day). So I say to her, "I'm gonna walk out and turn left - if you wanna fuck, wait 30 secs and follow me". She does.
I don't drink, so I drive us to hers. Get back, we go upstairs and get down to it... while we're banging she starts to cry quietly, so i stop and she says "what's wrong, are you a pussy? You can't fuck me properly?". So I go back and harder and she starts quietly sobbing again. So i slow down and rinse repeat same situation.

I eventually either shoot my load or get fed up (I can't recall) and get up get my clothes on and start to leave. And she hits the roof hysterically screaming "NO, YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME TOO. NOOOOO" And she is screaming the roof down at 3am. As I walk out I can still hear her screaming. Only time in my life, I genuinely could crying wolf to the police.


2) In Europe, met a girl on Tinder, moved to Snapchat. She was 18 and a 7.5. Chatted sporadically over the course of a few months, eventually was back in her town and we arrange to meet. About 30mins before she messages saying "we shouldn't meet" I ask why and she says "I'm with my friends and legless" - which i thought was weird that a chick in S.Europe would use that terminology. So I ask "what do you mean?" And she says she has prosthetic legs... I'm thinking she's having last minute cold feet, as I'd seen loads of pictures from her with legs... she sent me a pic and turns our she had no feet to turn cold. She actually had prosthetic legs.

At this point, my human element kicks in and i think she's 18 year old girl who used to be beautiful, has obviously been in some kind of accident which has pretty much destroyed her life and if i knock her back her confidence will take an almighty hit. So, I decide to be a nice guy, drive 15 mins to see her and her friends (called my bro and a friend to confirm I have to go... they agree). I go, meet them (non of them speak English). I make a few jokes, make that appearance, pay for everyone's coffee and make my excuse to go.

One of the girls friends was turning 18 (loooked older) at midnight and was an absolute smokeshow - so I said to her to give me her Snapchat and I'd message her Happy Birthday at midnight. As I'm getting back to the centre I get a message from her on Snapchat asking what I'm doing... we message a little and she says her dad just went out and she's home alone for the night. I ask if she wants me to come back and she says yes and sends me her location (luckily it's like ten to midnight by now). So i turn and head to hers.

Get there, and her bedroom is on the ground floor at back of building. We go straight to her bedroom and start kissing on the bed etc. After about 10 mins she jumps up like she heard something - I say it's nothing but she goes to check anyway. Her dad was at the front door but she'd left the key in so he couldn't get in. She starts panicking and freaking out, and saying some shit (I don't understand anything except Papa and she's pointing to the windown). I eventually gather she's saying jump out to the back garden through the window. No time to put my shoes on so i go climb on the window and realise that even though we are on the ground floor at the front - there's around a 4/5 meter drop at the back and there's just trees and bushes. I have my shoes in my hand and am sat on the window facing out when i realise this (it's also raining). So i start to lower myself slowly and just as i start to BOOM ... this bitch just pushes me straight out!! Landed between bushes and trees in wet soil, graze my arms and legs and then just sit there for 2 mins waiting to make sure Papa bear was in the house and settled. Walk in my socks in the rain and cold over the soil and grass to my car jump in the car, take off my disgustingly dirty socks, put them on the heaters and drive back to the centre with no footwear and socks drying.

I was semi pissed and semi pissing myself laughing.

Post: #42

Definitely when I was 16 and I started following a Polish memes page on instagram. The admin of the page used to livestream and she was okay, I was a virgin and she was a 6.5 on pictures and I wanted to get laid, turns out this girl lived in the same city and was Polish too, bingo. I dm'ed her and we set up a date. Waiting for her I already had a bad feeling as she told me she had a panic attack and she cannot see me, I said don't be nervous and she finally arrived.

I met her and to my disbelief she was not a 6.5 - she was barely a 3. I wanted to to throw up, she was fat, had a disgusting face, horrible voice and this ass which was big but was built like a LG fridge. Me being super beta back then, I actually took her to the park for 3 hours, it was the most boring time of my life but I didn't have the balls to leave, she was so ugly but I felt sorry for her. I'm pretty sure she had some mental and physical deformity too. Moral of the story - don't meet girls who run meme pages and always video call/have full body pics of the girl.

Post: #43

SECOND WORST DATE

Los Angeles, 2004. (same year as above)
I meet her at Starbucks. She's thin, brunette, 23 yo, kinda plain Jane.
But her face is oddly ... expressionless.
I tell a joke. She tries to laugh but the laugh comes out like a weird little tremor on her face. Heh-heh-heh.
I notice her hand is shaking.
"Are you nervous?" I say, gesturing at her hand.
"No, I just had too much coffee." Heh-heh-heh.
We talk about other things in common. No sexual vibe whatsoever, but she had worked with a very famous director in the film industry, a personal favorite whose name you know. So I'm happy to talk about him.
Ten minutes later, she says, "So my hand is actually shaking because I'm on medication."
My antenna go up. "For what?"
"Paranoid schizophrenia."
Do I bail? Do I stay? Can you catch schizophrenia on your dick?
Turns out she triggered the disease when she was 22 during a three-month drinking bender after she got fired by the famous director.
She walked around seeing Adolf Hitler's head on everybody's body.
"That must've been scary," I say.
"Actually, it was kinda fun."
I give her a ride home because she doesn't have a driver's license anymore. Still no sexual vibe. I go to kiss her but she doesn't react. Totally flat face. I realize that she can't express anything sexual as a result of the illness/medication.
She gets out and we promise to meet again.
Weird weird weird.

FOLLOW UP:
I saw her a second time because ... well, I don't know why.
On her bed, I got my hand down her pants. Zero reaction from her. It was like fingering a mannequin.
I stopped and that was it. We never banged. Couldn't. It was just too freaking weird.

Post: #44

This is still in my blue pill days. I met at an italian restaurant with this girl, jet black hair, milky white skin, blue eyes. Hourglass figure, amazing rack. That vision is still burned into my retinas.
Turned out she was a PhD psychology student. She sat there, took out a notebook, and took notes the entire date for her psychology thesis. Would not put it away when I asked her to.
Never met her again.

Post: #45

^ then it was never a date was it.

Post: #46

I'm from a small dairy farming town in Western Europe. There wasn't much happening there so when I graduated high school they got the airfare for me to go stay with me Mum's youngest sister who had emigrated to work in Boston, Massachusetts. She lived in a funky neighborhood near Fenway Park, Berklee college of Music, and Beth Israel Hospital. That summer I fell in with a rough group of older guys, ex-cons, jazz musicians​, and petty criminals in their 30's and 40's, who were determined to protect me and teach me everything about real life.

So one evening this girl they knew came along and latched onto me. She was a Beth Israel nurse around late 20's. After a couple hours an older guy pulled me aside and said if she asks you to go home with her you'll get laid. Sure enough she asks me to go home with her and I said yes.

We walked a couple blocks to her apartment, went inside, turned on the light. It was a one room studio, just a bed in the middle, a kitchenette, and bathroom. She started undressing and she says to me take off your clothes and I did.

Then she sat naked on the end of the bed and motions for me to kneel on the floor between her legs. I knelt down and put my hands around her hips and ass. She says to me "I want you to put something in me." By then I'm pretty excited, maybe a little scared, but definitely excited.

She reached into her purse and took out a metal box about the size of like a kids pencil box. She opened it and took out a piece of yellowish rubber tubing. She wraps the tubing around her upper arm, reaches into the box and takes out a syringe. She tried to pass me the syringe and says again "I want you to put it in me" but I said no. So she sticks it in her arm draws out a little blood and shoots it all in while I'm kneeling between her legs totally shocked and confused. Next, she took the syringe out of her arm, placed it slowly back in the box, and like in slow motion fell back on the bed naked and passed out totally unconscious.

I thought I could see her breathing a little bit but I wasn't sure if she was dead. I got up, put on my jeans and sneakers, went to the door, turned out the light, and used my t-shirt to open the door and wipe my fingerprints off the light switch and door knob, shut the door, and ran from the building. I didn't say anything to anyone about it because I thought maybe she was dead. But a couple nights later around dusk she showed up on the street again. I just ignored her. I learned a lot of life lessons that summer and I was lucky to get off pretty easy from that experience.

Post: #47

Worst first date of 2019:

2 Friday's ago, met up with a girl I had pulled at a Happy Hour earlier that week. We were set to meet at a local sushi spot for drinks and light apps. 15 minutes into the date her ex walks in, and her entire mood changes. She admits of course she used to date the guy, and clearly wasn't over him by her behavior. Needless to say I cut the date short, as wasting my time isn't something I do.

Post: #48

shortest: as soon as we greeted i told her i didnt like her and said goodbye (she was a whale), she didnt even get outside her car, i was lucky because she came to my area so i barely had to walk 100 meters

worst: cant remember anything special... i keep them short, as soon as my drink is finished i leave

special mention: when they are trying hard to look funny or attractive