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First, winners of free ice cream courtesy of Dreyer's/Edy's and BlogHer (and me!), and then a new giveaway contest, courtesy of Simon:
The random number generator has awarded the ice cream vouchers to: Cathy K (71), Christie (56), Casey (67), Barbara (32), Leah (64), Gabriel J. (52), Cynthia (38), Jen Ahola (30), Carol G (25), and Rita Alarcon (61). I'll email you folks soon so you can claim your prizes.
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And if you didn't win, better luck next time, which is now!
Simon Says--"Summer Driving Mix 2009"
It’s time for this year’s Summer Driving Mix contest!
In last year's contest, I asked everyone to let me know what their favorite song is that everybody knows.
This year’s contest should be more fun. I was reminded a few weeks ago, after reading a friend’s blog, of the worst thing anyone ever said to me on a first date. Are you ready? Here it is.
My freshman year of college, a girl said to me on our first (of not many) dates, “Before we do it, and I assume we’re going to, I need to know that if I get pregnant, you’re OK with me having an abortion.”
Now, I’m all pro-choice and such, but there’s no better way to prevent an erection. Really. Trust me, ladies, it’s a real mood-killer. I recommend that all discussions of abortion wait until at least the third date.
In order to win this year’s Summer Driving Mix, please let me know what is the worst first date you’ve ever had? Any relevant details suffice. (If you've never had a bad date, then instead tell me who is your favorite Beatle and why.)
Either leave your answer in comments or email me your entry at simon_the_boyREMOVE@CAPITALSyahoo.com. (If you want to win, make sure you leave a valid email address.) The deadline is next Tuesday, when I'll pick three winners based on criteria of my own choosing. The juiciest, raciest, most salacious details will hopefully make for interesting reading when I announce the winners.
Winners will receive this year's summer driving mix, made by me, Simon. There you have it.
Best of luck!
Oh, bad dates. I have had MANY recently, thanks to online dating. Here's a link to the blog post I wrote about the worst: http://bookgeekgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-surefire-ways-to-make-girl.html
I know I've related the story of my worst first date before (since not only did I blog about it but I mentioned in the entry that I'd just told you guys about it during a visit), but here's the link just in case I'm still eligible: http://pantalonesdelfuego.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-then-he-wrote-about-it-on-internets.html
I met a guy, and in the first 30 seconds of us meeting he says, and I quote, "so basically I have been stalking you". He proceeds to tell me that he sat down with 6 red bulls, went through my extensive Flickr account, and now also knows my family member's names and even those of my pets. He capped it off by throwing up his mouth and then saying, "gahhh, I just want to kiss you so bad, let's go to Mexico, tonight!"
Awesome.
Am I the only one wondering if Simon and abortion chick ended up doing it?
Well, I haven't had any devastating first dates, but the one that always comes to mind as the worst was when my friend and I doubled with these two guys at Homecoming in 1991. Before all this, I was in Psych class with my date, and we had to fill out a survey for our teacher. He'd asked a bunch of questions including "Who is someone you'd like to get to know better?" I wrote this fellow's name, A___, because he was cute and tall and seemed nice and I didn't know anything else about him. So he randomly asked me to Homecoming and his friend asked my friend and voila, my friend and I waited at my house for them to arrive to take us to dinner and the dance. They arrived in what we call "the kidnap van" because it had only one bench seat in the back and no windows. We went to dinner where the boys acted like they were raised in a barn. My friend and I kept excusing ourselves to go to the restroom. Lots of our other friends were also at this restaurant and we had to walk by them on the way to the bathroom. Our dates left a crappy tip so one of us ran back and threw more money on the table. On the way to the dance my date talked smack about people he knew, but he didn't know that they were also my friends. Once we got to the dance, they ditched us. After the dance, they took us for pizza where my date worked and we said we had to be home by 10:30 so we could get away from them. At the end of the year, when it was time to evaluate our answers to the start-of-the-year survey in my Psych class, I wrote, "We went to Homecoming and I don' really want to know anything else about him." I wonder if I still have that assignment somewhere.
I went on an epic first date with a guy I met off the internet (strike 1) .... he invited me to join him at his college graduation party that his ritzy private school was throwing, and then proceeded to leave me at a bar while he suavely collected the phone numbers of two other girls (strike 2,3). When I told him that I was ready for him to take me home, he purred "aww, c'mon baby" and pushed me into a wall and stabbed his tongue into my mouth 6 or 7 times in rapid succession (strike 4-10). I reached into his back pocket, took out his wallet, helped myself to $50, and told him I would find a taxi. I think he thought I was playing hard to get, because he called me several times after that. Strangely, I never returned his calls.
The worst first date?
With a guy who smelled like licorice. And who proceeded to tell me every detail about his life, including his alcoholic father.
I mean, my Mom's an alcoholic too, but not really a topic to delve into on a first date, you know.
I'm also wondering the same as Hillary is.
After I ended my 6 1/2 year relationship, my mom gifted me with a six-month membership to match dot com. My first EVER match date began with the guy asking me if I'd be "cool" having his babies. Then he informed me that he didn't get a sense that I'd be a good mom. Finally, he ended the evening by announcing, "You know, you've got a super hot body now. But I can just tell that you're one of those girls - once you get a rock on your finger, your ass is going to get gigantic."
I...don't have any first OR bad date stories because I've never been on a date. And, no, I'm not 15 I'm just one of those people who has always dated people who were friends or acquaintances first and I never had reason to go on a first date getting to know you type thing with them.
ANYWAY, Simon I just wanted to say that your bad date story is hilarious and it is clear that you went to college in the early 90s when a lady saying something like that (while wearing her flannel shirt open over a t-shirt with a skirt and brightly coloured doc martens) would have been considered way edgy and honest.
Newgyptian,
That's what's funny. She was actually this nice jewish girl who wore dresses and makeup and such. No flannel or Docs on this girl. That's part of why I nearly spit out my Snapple.
-Simon
Newgy--I've never been on a date either, and for the same reason!
I have had two unfortunate first dates, which also ended up being last dates:
(1) I met this dude and his friend at a party during law school. The guys were Irish, or at least appeared to be (brogues and all), and by the end of the evening I rather boozily gave both of them my number. Naturally, I
wanted the friend to call, so naturally, the other guy did.
When he called me -- weeks after the party -- I hadn't the foggiest idea who he could be, and then he mentioned that he may have pretended to be Irish when we met. Ah. Yes. For mysterious reasons, I still agreed to go out with him.
The guy, Danny, was trying to make it as a stand-up comedian, and when we met up for drinks, he spent the first hour or so of our date doing his so-called comedy routine for me. None of it was even a tiny bit funny. I couldn't even work up a courtesy laugh. Instead, I stared blankly into
space and wished for death. The bartender, seeing that this was a disastrous first date, started giving me vodka tonics in rapid succession, on the house.
After a while, Danny got up to use the facilities, and in the process somehow got into a minor scuffle with some random guy. When he returned, a homeless man had wandered into the bar and was trying to engage me in conversation. When the homeless guy started to run his hands through my hair, I leapt off my bar stool, Danny almost threw a punch and that was pretty much the end of the evening.
A couple of months later, I saw Danny in a Hair Club for Men commercial.
(2) I'd known this guy in college for a while in a friendly sort of way, and after I moved to New York he asked me out. We met up at a Mexican place for dinner and margaritas. I noticed he wasn't eating much but didn't think much of it.
After dinner, we headed for a pub a couple of blocks away. We'd only made it a half block or so when the guy suddenly sprinted a few feet ahead of me and projectile vomited all over the corner of 2nd Avenue and 84th Street.
He stood there, doubled over and hurling, for a good while, as I hovered helplessly nearby.
I felt badly for him -- I would have perished of embarrassment if it'd happened the other way around -- and tried to help by getting him a soda and some napkins from a deli, but the night pretty much ended then and there.
I met a guy from match dot com at a BBQ restaurant near my house. When I told the hostess who I was meeting, her eyebrows shot up and she said, "He's just over there." Worried about the eyebrow look, I said, "Oh, my God, this
is a match date." Her response was, "Oh, *honey.*" I sort of knew I was in for it. First, I am convinced the pic he had up was of a distant cousin-- no way was it of him. Second, he offered to pay for a drink at the bar, and then refused to tip the bartender because "he only had to pop open a can of
beer." Third, he complained the place was too noisy as the servers sang Happy Birthday to another patron. Fourth, he told me: his mother had psychological issues and committed suicide, he didn't speak to the rest of his family, that he had struggled with depression and guilt, that he had recently lost over 100 lbs AND the calorie content of my meal. The date
clearly was not going well, so I mentioned that I really had to get back home to let my dog out. He asked if I was sure I didn't want to go for a walk, and I said, yes, I really have to go. The next day, I got an email that said something like, "Ky, it was nice to meet you at [BBQ place]. However, no one wants to be second place to a dog, so it's clear we are not a match." DUH. Also, does *anyone* expect to be more important than a beloved pet after one date? Really? It's ok, though, because the next night I had a date with the man who eventually became my fiance.
This happened to me shortly after my long-term boyfriend and I broke up. I went home and told my sister I was going to die alone.
"I guess I should tell you that I have a son. His mom and I aren't together any more."
"Oh. Ok."
"And another girl is pregnant and she says I'm the dad."
"Uh. Ok. When's she due?"
"What's today?" glancing at his watch. "The 16th! Oh! She's due today!"
"Check, please!"
Luckily, ex-boyfriend realized the error of his ways and begged to be taken back. We've been married 13 years. I have no idea what happened to Mr. Baby Daddy.