Posted by admin on 09/30/2011
What if I told you that celebrity singles are having a hard time meeting someone that is worth their time? You might say “Come on, their celebrities. They can date anyone they want.” Or maybe you might say, “I can see that. Most celebrity couples breakup eventually.” Whatever your stance, celebrity singles are claiming just that. Meeting someone you want to have a relationship with isn’t as easy as it looks in the movies, not even in Hollywood. Read more…
Posted by admin on 11/06/2010
I have been single for a couple of years now after being married for 22 years. I met this guy on-line and we talk a bit and decided to meet. We had a great day and spend 3 hours chatting and getting to know each. At the end of the date he asked if he could take me for a flight in his plane. It went great and ended up feeling really great about the date. The next day he called and asked me out again to go boating. I was very excited and called a friend to tell her the story and what we where going to do that day. After I told her a few things about him she asked me his name and told me she knew him and to run as fast as I could. I asked why and she told me he was married. How do you know? I did confront him on the phone and he told me that my friend was lieing to me. Everyone know girlfriend don’t lie about those things.
Posted by Jazzy on 08/23/2010
This one time I decided to meet up with this guy for dinner and a movie and while we were at dinner, sitting next to each other, talking, he began telling me about how he is a cyclist and how he was training for a big bike ride coming up… then he procceded to tell me how he was in the best shape of his life and asked me to “feel his leg” haha before I even had a chance to argue he grabbed my hand, placed it on his THIGH and SQUEEZED my hand!!!! Needless to say I was completely creeped out and we did NOT make it to the movie!! hahahhaha RIDIC!!!
Posted by rustie71 on
Yes, I decided to try the online dating..I met this guy online and we emailed back and forth for a bit…he seemed a really nice guy, but described himself “somewhat” different that his real self. i saw one pic of him and not to bad (must have been a really, really good day!), but he had a closed mouth smile–yes, you know where this is going huh?! and his baseball hat on backwards..anyways, he wasn’t much taller than me, but at least he claimed to be taller..he also said he was thin–I prefer a man with a little meat on him, but decided to give this guy a go, since we did hit it off personality wise..I agreed, foolishly to allow him to pick me up..I was actually excited about the date and watched from my window as he pulled up out front in his jeep (the ONLY good thing he had going at that point!!)…well, he steps out and not only is he thin..he is a complete rake..no offense to any of you ladies who like skinny men, just not my pref…and to compliment his rakish body, he was wearing a ribbed tank top (aka:wifebeater) with an open shirt over top…his jeans were almost falling off his non existent hip bones, and yes, the baseball hat was on..backwards…I did answer the door and I didn’t want to be rude, although, I was hoping the floor would open up and swallow me first, but I opened it anyways and in he steps…about an inch shorter than me (I am 5’7″ so not super tall by any means), and then he smiles….he should have stuck with closed mouth smile…yuck…brownish yellow teeth in really, really, really bad shape, he gave me a hug and I honestly felt like I was going to break him and I am of average body size! ewww…and under his hat in the front where it was open, I saw long sprouts of random hair popping out..Now I have no problem with baldness or men that are balding…but WHY can they not accept it and keep it short, there is nothing worse than a combover or hoping that if they grow the few they have left, that this will cover thier head! Anyways, I did go out with him…I had nothing else to do, and he did drive almost 45 minutes to get me…we go for dinner, he waits for me to order and then orders the exact same thing..at least he would eat some meat I think! Worst was, the conversation was bad, as truly I was so disinterested at this point, I didn’t say much…finally the food comes (steak sandwich–not huge meal) and half way thru he tells me he is soooo full…omg..I was horrified!!! a man that cannot eat a steak sandwich…needless to say, he paid for dinner, took me home, tried to kiss me…with tongue…gross on so many levels by him..he told me what a great time he had–huh? where was he?!?!? and continually texted and called me for a week, unanswered of course, before he finally got the hint!
Posted by Jay Kay on 07/09/2010
I once went out with a guy I met while working at a tanning salon. He came in regularly and we would have good little chats until one day he asked me out. I agreed – he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders – he was young and successful and we’d had some great conversations. My only reservation was that he wasn’t much taller than me, (I’m 5’4), but I figured why not! The night came and he picked me up right on time in his Porsche. Nice car, I will say. Then he goes, “Let me just stop by my house quick, I want to grab my other car. I don’t want to drive this one anymore.”….. Okay, so we go pick up his “other” car… He pulls up to this gorgeous apartment right downtown and we then get into his Escalade to go for dinner. At this point I’m thinking SHOWBOATER! Then he takes me for “dinner” to this upscale ultralounge and proceeds to start ordering shots of Patron. (Which, btw, he totally butchered the pronounciation of the name). After a few shots, I was starving and casually asked about dinner. So he suggests we go to his house and he’ll cook! I thought, SCORE! but at the same time was a little weirded out by his actions. (Women have an intuition, and it’s usually spot on.) Okay, so we leave and he makes a stop at the liquor store, picks up a bottle of Grey Goose and we go to a different house than previous, (Showboating again?!?!) and he doesn’t bother to cook, just tries to start feeding me booze and take my clothes off. Shortly after arriving, I asked him to take me home.Guys like that have all this money and can buy whatever they want – and they view women as posessions – just something else to buy. Uncool.If I’m going to date a guy with money, you can be rest assured that he will be taking me for dinner BEFORE trying to feed me alcohol. haha Oh, and the real kicker was, it wasn’t even HIS house he took me to the second time… It was his sister’s because he was looking after her dog while she was on vacation. What a douche. That’s my story. I’m sure there are more like it, but as soon as I heard about this website/book, I knew I had to share.
Posted by starsinmyeyes4444 on 06/02/2010
In October of 2009, I decided to set up my first online dating profile. After tons of tweaking and editing I finally felt like I created something that portrayed me well (seriously, I swear!!) and also gave a precise and distinct description of what I was looking for. I started receiving emails regularly from the typical DB’s that I expected; then out of nowhere I got an email from a great guy.. or so I thought!! After a few emails, which eventually turned into texts, we decided to meet up on the following Friday, which just happened to be Halloween… dun dun dunnnnnn!!! So I pick out the perfect outfit, do my hair and makeup and head out to our meeting spot. While driving there “Mr. Perfect” felt it necessary to text me and ask if he should wear shorts or khaki slacks, this should have been my first sign! When I got there, he was wearing the khaki slacks I advised him to wear but THEY WERE WRINKLED AND SO WAS HIS SHIRT!!! (Sign #2, perhaps??!!) I mean, he looked like he pulled his outfit out of his dirty laundry pile! Well, regardless of his messy appearance I allowed him to buy me a few glasses of wine. We ended up having great conversation and a ton in common so I decided to accept his offer of a stroll down by the bay. He told me to park my car near his apartment on the way there and so I followed him to his place. When we got there I asked to use the bathroom, of course (come on did you really think I was going to let you down??????). We get up to his place and it was quite obvious that he had just moved in so I kind of let him off for the messy appearance thing. I made my way to the bathroom, did my business and as soon as I walked out of the door, he began to eat my face. I’m talking full on sloberfest! Anyways, after a shananigan filled half hour, complete with his request to pass up our walk and play Rock Band in his apartment (not THOSE shananigans!!) we finally made it to the bay. We walked along for a while and then found a bench and decided to sit for a bit. As soon as I planted my butt on the bench, he wrapped his arm around my neck, held me close and THREW HIS LEGS OVER MINE, LIKE I’M HIS MOMMY! I was so uncomfortable and embarrassed for him, I didn’t know what to do. I let it slide for a few minutes and then finally managed to get him the hell off of me! Clearly this dude had no idea what the heck personal space was because as soon as I took a breath his tongue was invading my mouth and declaring war on mine! I managed to get out of danger, wound free and soon after we started making our way back to his apartment. When we got there, I needed to get my purse so once again I found myself making my way to his apartment. After using the bathroom again, I opened the door,expecting the same frightening scene as before but instead it was worse! I was beckoned to “Mr. Perfect’s” bedroom where I found him laying on the bed, George Costanza style (but with clothes, thankfully). The absolutely most unbearable part of the scene was that he was stroking his kitty, literally petting his cat! At this point I knew I needed to get out and get out fast! Before I could make my move, he leaned over an pulled me down to the bed and attempted to spoon me. Thankfully I was able to arrange myself in a ridiculously awkward position and saved myself from possibly feeling his manpiece, which was most likely also ready for war. In order to get up and out of the quasi-spooning position I asked him to have a cigarette with me. We head outside to his patio and before I could even light my smoke, he asked if I would mind if he smoked a “bowl”. I didn’t really respond which somehow gave him the ok and after we enjoyed our separate, preferred versions of “smoking plants” I began making my way back in to gather my things and go. As he followed me in I quickly mentioned that it was getting late and that I should get going and at that very moment I heard what every desperate man must say at the end of a noticeably horrible date, “Well, you can stay if you’d like…” I said no faster than the rate at which Indian food miraculously digests, and began heading for the door. I ran down to my car and he followed me!! As I fumbled to open the door he managed to tongue battle me one more time, then asked to take me out again and before I allowed myself to answer, I jumped in the car, slammed the door and drove off. Believe it or not, I still got a call from him the next morning asking me out to brunch. Boy was this guy clueless!! I have three red flag rules:#1 If he is asking you to pick out his outfit before you meet, he is a mama’s boy and is incapable of making simple decisions!#2 If he is wearing wrinkled clothes, run…fast! Obviously he doesn’t care about his appearance or impressing you!#3 If he tosses his legs over yours while sitting on a bench, throw his freaking legs off and get the hell out of there!
Posted by aramelli on 05/20/2010
My best friend decided to set me up on a date with one of her boyfriends friends. I had met the guy before and had absolutley no interest in him. Our date was planned for a night in niagara falls at the imperial suites. The date started out good our conversation was limited and my friend and i went on our own for the most part. Dinner time came around and we had made plans to dine at the rain forrest cafe. we took our seats me and my friend across from eachother while sitting beside our dates. The night continued and my date decided to have a few too many drinks…our four-way conversation turned into an entire hour long conversation about him, where he happened to mention the amount of drugs he takes on a regular basis. The three of us fell silent and decided to cut the night short. We headed back to the hotel where my date pulled my friends date into a bar on the way. I continued back along side my friend to our hotel where we baracaded ourselves into our room. time went by and the clock turned to 5. we had grown worried so decided to try and find them at the bar we had left them in but instead we found them both sitting on the curb yelling and screaming at the people who went by. A man with long curly hair walked by them on the side walk and my date decided to scream “hey hooker! want to take a ride?!” the man turned around and punched him square in the face. My friend and I turned right back around, got into our car and left the two in niagara falls and to pay for the hotel room. Never spoke to either of them again
Posted by CeCe on 05/18/2010
I was once on a date and I thought the guy (gentleman is too good a word) was just share because he wasn’t talking much, then during dinner he said to me “you talk a lot”… I said “well if you have anything pertinent to add to the conversation please do so now”… he didn’t, so I continued to talking. I could go on. I was on a internet date once where we talked for hours on the phone and then after we met the guy said that he had to find an AA meeting right away because he was having an attack… ok
Posted by cohenr on
Met a man on-line dating. Our first meeting was a beautiful restaurant. We are enjoying our wine and dinner. While we are enjoying our coffee..he gets up from his chair and attempts to sit beside me on my bench type seat. This is a fancy restaurant! He then starts nibbling on my neck and ear. This is our first meeting! ugggg He says to me…”I know you want me…my house is a 10 minute drive away..shall we go?” I never did see him again!
Posted by admin on 05/07/2010
This was the first red flag in a past relationship with a younger man (perhaps a red flag in itself for some).The ‘I forgot my wallet’ on our first dinner date. I was asked to pay and he’d pay me back, which he never did, and I didn’t bother asking, but I never forgot it. Maybe not a huge thing, but a definite red flag, ladies, that he’s a cheap guy!
Posted by SaraG on 04/16/2010
I went on a first date with a guy and when we were finished eating, the bill came along. Now given that we had drinks, appetizers and an entree I knew our bill was around $75. After he pays he whispers to me, “I gave her $5!” Like it was some sort of accomplishment. Well in my books a 6% tip is no accomplishment.Later that night we were talking and out of nowhere he starts crying. So obviously I needed to ask what was wrong. It turns out he “missed his mom” who was on vacation.So needless to say that was the last time I saw him.
Posted by Jen on 02/05/2010
So I started dating this guy who I had met threw pretty good resources. We had partied a few times together and I really thought that this guy was pretty cool. So we started dating….
A couple of weeks had gone by and I started to feel that he was a little clingy. I let that pass! (Red flag #1) By this point he was spending nights at my place and I would get up to go to work and he would spend the day at my place later to find out that he was looking at porn on MY COMPUTER. I would start to get these pop-ups of half nude girls and well I put two and two together, along with a couple of viruses. (Red Flag #2)
By this time we had been dating maybe about a month and a half and I was just getting these gut feelings that this guy was WEIRD! So anyways of course I didn’t listen to this gut feels and kept dating him. Well one weekend I had a girlfriend up for the night and we wanted to just chill and hang out, have a girls night. Of course my guy wasn’t happy with this; he wanted me to go out to party. The girl night was a blast of course and we decided to hit the hay. Well sure enough at 4am I get a bang on my door, well scared the living day lights out of my girlfriend and I. Sure enough it was my guy, at the door wanting to spend the night. Well after about a half hr of arguing and explaining why he couldn’t, I slammed the door in his face. Well didn’t he stand there for about an hr banging wanting in and we just tried to ignore him . Well not long after the bagging stop, did the fire alarm to my building go off. I couldn’t imagine who that could have been. Well talk about red flag #3 and 4 in one night. The next day he called to apologize and boy let me tell you it wasn’t a nice break up! I am sure happy I broke up with him too cause not only did he show up that night at 3am with Wendy’s for the 2 of us, I found out that he was into a hard drug that I sure did NOT approve of. Explains the crazy visits that’s for sure!
Posted by ania on 01/28/2010
FLAG ONE: the guy never gave me his number, instead I had to wait for him to call me, or for him to come on msn.
FLAG TWO: For our first and last date he was late picking me up and without even asking how I was he kept talking about his car (bmw) and the gym (he was pretty juiced) on the way to the Starbucks. He said he didn’t want to waste gas finding something to do and didn’t want to be out long.
FLAG THREE: I order a tall coffee and as I am about to pay he asks me if I’m going to ask him if he wants anything. I was shocked that he didn’t insist on paying for my $2.15 coffee, and my head almost exploded at this.
FLAG FOUR: I texted my friend to “bump into me” when he went to the washroom, and when he came back, he gave one word answers to anything I asked, and did not ask me anything. After about 15 minutes, he complained that I wasn’t making conversation. On the way back he started talking about his car and the gym again.
Posted by Cheryl Anne on 12/14/2009
I was having dinner with a guy I was seeing and I ordered the fish and he ordered the game bird. I was content with my meal but he insisted that I had to try some of his. He cut a piece of the bone and fed me the poultry off his fork. I took one bite and thought “geeze this is a really moist bird”. I didn’t really like it but I swallowed it quickly rather then spit it out.
He continued eating his meal but I just stared at him in horror because I noticed his bird was so raw that I could see the pink from across the table. I was grossed out that he managed to eat almost half of this raw bird and that he thought it was so good that I had to try it to! Well I told him that his food was raw and he stopped eating it. We both sat there with these defeated looks. The date was ruined because he started to feel sick and I said good night to him so I could run myself to a drug store and pick up some precautionary Pepto!
Posted by Cheryl Anne on 11/14/2009
*shuddering at the thought*
I was introduced to this gentlemen through a work friend. The details were enough for me to get interested..
We chatted on the phone and hit it off! Oh my god! an intelligent, successful, emotionally available man in his 40′s!! Ok, I was a “little” tickled at the prospect.
We met at the patio, ordered drinks and sat down to talk. [note: I didn't wear my glasses because...well, i was trying to be *hot*]
We talked for a while but my eyes kept going to his mouth….there was something about it…(remember, blind as a bat at this point)….but I couldn’t put my finger on it – and ladies, a man’s mouth is very telling.
We decided to go to a restaurant for dinner…at which point the glasses needed to go on so I could order (because I’m not brave enough to have a virtual stranger order for me). We’re talking about what looks good when I looked up and saw his mouth….specifically…HIS GREY FURRY TEETH! *shudder* I really didn’t know what to do….I’d been having a great time with him, hadn’t noticed any unusual odors….but but….
So being the nice girl, I somehow make it through dinner without gagging – yes, I did think of using the “kid’s sick, gotta go” excuse, but I stayed – mostly because of the gross fascination with the plant life growing in his mouth.
Then the moment I had been dreading arrived….the “goodnight kiss”.
I can honestly say that is the one and only time I ever used the “I don’t kiss on first dates” lie.
If I had a checklist for perspective dates, I add in “How often do you brush your teeth?”
That’s a mouth not even a mother could love!
A special thanks goes out to Dark Dove for submitting this post.
Posted by Tara Landon on 11/05/2009
Several yrs ago I agreed to go on a date with a friend of a friend I had met in a club. In the club he was normal, but i guess it was only because he was drunk. When he showed up for our date he was a different person. We went to my apartment’s games room to play pool. over the course of our game i asked a bunch of questions to get to know him. The whole time he was super quiet…you know one word answers and never looking at me???
When we came back to my apartment to watch a movie i noticed he was actually trembling. When I asked what was wrong he told me he was extreamly nervous to be out with me. So much so that his voice was cracking (by the way he was 27 
) and he really couldn’t stop shaking. This went on for a couple hrs. As we put on a second movie…due to his inability to converse…I grabbed a bottle of red wine. He refused a glass since he had to drive home, and I was so bored I drank the entire bottle. The last thing i remember was sliding down the sofa onto the floor in a drunkin stooper and laying down 
. Moments later I heard the door close and my date was gone.
A special thanks goes out to Trista for submitting this post.
Posted by Cheryl Anne on 10/30/2009
I went on a date with this guy and it was going okay. It wasn’t a super great connection but nothing was that bad. After we went to a movie, we were walking down the street. It was summertime and we were enjoying the stroll together just talking away.
Then out of nowhere I heard this loud vehicle pulling up beside us and I turn my head to see one of the city’s garbage trucks. As my date continued talking I was overwhelmed with a stench that I could even taste. I am sure my date smelt it too but was trying to be polite. So he kept talking and I kept listening, both of us acting like nothing was interfering with our good time.
Of course the truck was doing all the stops on our street and even when we would pass it, it would move forward to the next spot and we would be surrounded by garbage smell again. It was so disgusting. The smell was old food that had been baking in the summer heat and I really thought that I was soon going to vomit from it. We kept walking, but now with a quickened pace, my date finally made a comment about how bad it smelt and I decided I also couldn’t pretend anymore so I agreed and said “I’m sorry I really can’t take this so I am just going to run to the end of the street!”
Apparently he didn’t feel as strongly about fleeing the smell and as I ran down the street away from the garbage truck I noticed that I also had left my date behind. I finally stopped a few blocks ahead and when my date caught up, let’s just say he wasn’t impressed that a sprinted away from him on our first date.
Posted by Cheryl Anne on 10/25/2009
One thing I can say is that on a first date you should avoid eating certain foods…like a super strong garlic bread or lots and lots of curried beans.
So I was out with this guy and he took me to a pub-food restaurant. He ordered a burger and, like a gentlemen, he removed the onions from the top of it before he ate it. I thought “Wow, it’s like this guy can read my mind and he knows that the only food on the whole planet that I hate is the onion and that the last thing I would ever want to do it give a goodnight kiss to a gross nasty-tasting onion mouth.”
So we were chatting some more while we ate our meals. Then the waiter came to remove our (mostly) empty plates and to my horror, my date did the unthinkable. He reached for those disgustingly pungent raw onions and ate them one by one. Who saves onions for dessert?
Now, not only did he have horrible smelling hands for the rest of the date but his breathe was indescribably raunchy. I guess he couldn’t read my mind…or the saddened look on my face.
Well, on the walk to back to my place there was no hand-holding…and Mr. Onionlover only got a wave good night.
Posted by Tara Landon on
I dated this guy who would get drunk and call me in the middle of the night when he was out drinking with his friends. Normally this would be a booty call in most circumstances but this guy lived 3 hours away so a booty call… would be a logistical impossibility. He would call and I would hear screaming in the background if I answered and he would go on and on about how crazy his night was. I had NO idea why he thought I would care about how his night was when I’m in bed sleeping and the phone ringing just scared the crap out of me. I insisted that he stopped calling me in the middle of the night, but he kept doing it regularly.
Eventually we stopped dating for other reasons and remained friends. Every so often I still get a drunk dial in the middle of the night, which is really annoying 
. Especially now that I’m dating someone else and I have to explain to him who this guy is calling in the middle of the night. 
I have to turn my phone on silent before I go to bed with my boyfriend, just in case he decides to drunk dial me again.
Since I’ve talked to the drunk dialer and told him to stop doing it and he still does, I’m not sure what else to do… any advice?
Posted by Tara Landon on 10/23/2009
The worst thing a guy can do with you when you’re in public is embarrass you. I was out with a guy I was dating and his friends at the bar. All of a sudden after a few drinks he got up and thought it would be a good idea to hump the corner of the bar. I was mortified and walked away but his friends thought it was hilarious so they all started cheering him on. Soon enough a crowd formed all watching my date humping the bar like he was a baboon on an episode of animal planet!
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