Sadly, I have a myriad of these. For example, the one where I went on a date with a guy that frequented the coffee shop I worked at and he spent the entire evening calling me "kiddo." Now, that is awkward in and of itself, but when you add the fact that I am often mistaken for a twelve year old girl to the equation it becomes downright creepy.
Then there was the guy who stared at me over dinner and kept making comments about how much I looked like his ex-girlfriend. Because that's totally what you want to hear on your first date.
This one technically doesn't count as a date, but the approach is so horrifying that I'm including it. Let me give you a little backstory. My best friend is really hot. Intimidatingly hot. The kind of hot where for most of high school, the boys that talked to me were boys who were asking me to hook them up with her. But (unfortunately for them) she does not hook up. She's like Kelly Clarkson. This is Tiffani and I at her wedding. I mean, eventually she hooked up with Jon and had a lot of babies. But that has nothing to do with this story.
So in this story we're away at college. We were roommates at a teeny, tiny private college and at said college there were exactly seven hot guys. Really. Seven. Tiffani had a boyfriend at the time. I did not. I had a recent ex-boyfriend who had just dumped me and then called Tiffani to ask her out WHILE SHE WAS DRIVING ME HOME FROM THE PLACE WHERE HE BROKE UP WITH ME AT. What? I'm not bitter.
We did, however, still categorize the seven hot guys at school and would giggle when hot guy number one who worked in the college mail room would talk to us.
So when hot guy number two stopped us in the hallway,we might have been giddy.
He asked Tiffani to the upcoming frat formal. She politely (and slightly reluctantly) declined, because she did have a boyfriend and all. We turned to leave and he put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.
"So, he says to me, you were like, my second choice so how about you? Do you want to go?"
And here's a life lesson for the three guys that read this blog. NEVER TELL A GIRL SHE WAS YOUR SECOND CHOICE. Especially if your first choice was her hot best friend that you just asked out right in front of her.
I know y'all must have some dating horror stories. Please share them. I can't be the only girl who's date refused to speak to them on the drive home because I didn't want to share a dessert fork.
