I went on a blind date.. ( never had been on one before ) the guy shows up looking like a merchant marine.. all in black.. pea coat heavy mortons fisherman turtleneck, knit hat, and on top of it ..he never talked to me well I exaggerate he maybe said 3 words to me.. it was really odd.. a friend of mine and her boyfriend came along too.. and after awhile I just went home because it was painful... never went on a blind date again.. whats funny is my current husband knows the guy they are friends and my husband teases him all the time on what he missed out on..

hmmm...i had two, but the first was funnier so I'll go with that one. It was a partially blind date...I'd met the guy once in a class and we'd talked online very briefly. He seemed nice, and I was a sophomore in college and a little bit starved for attention, so I wasn't too picky.

Michael picked me up for a nice date at an Italian restaurant. We got there, I went to open my car door, but he barked "NO. I'll be there in a second." I waited awkwardly for him to open my door. We walked up to the restaurant, I'd fallen a step ahead of him, and tried to reach for the door. He lept in front of me (almost hitting me) and opened the door.

I was then told I couldn't sit until he held out the chair. I then told him he needed to chill out. He got very whiney "i'm just trying to be nice, it's what your supposed to do".

He tried to order for me. I outright vetoed that.

I explained that chivalry was one thing, but I wasn't crippled or stupid. The next time he got to a door before me "naturally" I'd be perfectly happy if he'd hold it. If I got there first, I would be d@mned if I was going to wait.

Over dinner I discovered the true issue. He was only 17 (but had graduated highschool early, and was in his freshman year in college) and I was his first date. He smoked pot (and upon seeing my face..."well, not really anymore, I used to"). He hung out with his highschool friends still. He lived with his parents.

I tried to be cordial after that...it's one thing to tell off a college guy...it's quite another to break a high-schooler's heart. At the end of the (awkward and long) night, Michael tried to kiss me, I turned and it became a weird half lip, half cheek thing.

The next day he called my roommate to find out what he should get me for my birthday...you know...because we were dating. (GAG) In the two weeks that followed, I very carefully and as gently as possible let him down. In no uncertain terms I told him we were not dating, and that I did not wish to date him again. And we stopped talking (his feelings were obviously hurt).

4 weeks after the date....VALENTINES DAY.

The night before valentines day, I had arrived home very late from a debate trip and allowed a guy friend to stay at my apartment so he didn't have to drive tired. I got up for an 8am class and when I did, I told Josh to move from the couch to my bedroom, so that all my roommates didn't wake him up as they made breakfast and left.

So sometime near the end of my class evidently Michael arrived at my apartment. Single rose and Joker's card in hand. He more or less invited himself in (the door was open for some reason) and helped himself to going into my bedroom.

of course (and I wish i'd been a fly on the wall) michael opened the door to find josh in my bed. flustered, he quickly closed the door (josh just rolled back over and went to sleep...but later asked me why I had guys popping into my bedroom). The next door over is my roommate...he evidently walked right in there too, handed her the rose and joker's card (i don't even know what the card was supposed to symbolize) and told her "give this to jill but don't tell her i was here...".

But at that glorious moment, I came home. So he did the most logical thing. He ran all the way into my roommate's room and hid in her laundry hamper.

she came out and greeted me by saying "someone said to give this to you"

"who?"
"SOME ONE" (mouths: Michael)
"huh?
"SOME ONE" (mouths 'michael') "SAID TO GIVE THIS TO YOU" ('michael michael michael'
"MICHAEL???!! Oh my gosh when will he grow up and realize I do not like him!!"

she at this point is frantically mouthing "he's here, he's in my room"

I didn't get it, so she pushed me into the room of a third (still sleeping) roommate, and exasperatedly told me about the creepy boy in her laundry hamper.

Having heard everything, of course, he had run out of the apartment embarrassed by the time we emerged.

I never heard from him again, and I've not blind-dated much since either


[well, except for the second blind date, that was this guy who was rude, angry, potty-mouthed, and ordered me to get him a beer (first date) in front of his friends. i told him his legs didn't seem broken, but to let me know if we needed to make a trip to the ER.]

Ok I've got a really weird one... several years ago I was set up on a blind date by a friend of mine, who said she knew this guy who seemed really nice and had just moved here and didn't know anyone. I'm adventurous, so I say, sure, why not? The guy calls me up and he asks me to "dinner and drinks" and I say sure, and tell him I'll meet him there. (I like to have an easy escape route just in case, and boy did it come in handy this time.)

We meet at Applebee's and the waitress asks if she can bring us something to drink...he gestures for me to order first, so I order a beer, and he glares at me and in front of the waitress says, "OH. I don't drink." He orders a coke. I feel totally weird and I'm remembering him saying "Dinner and drinks" but whatever. Then he tells me he has recently become a Christian and doesn't believe in drinking. I tell him that I too am a Christian but that I drink in moderation. He stares at me. Then asks me questions about myself and when I tell him that I am divorced with two daughters he says divorce is an abomination in the eyes of God. I stare at him.

We eat in near silence, with a bit of conversation here and there, and he asks if I'd like to come to his house and watch a movie after. I'm thinking I'd rather repeatedly stab myself in the eye, and I politely decline, saying that my sitter was only available long enough for dinner. (My kids were 5 hours away with their father.) I leave. The next day my friend calls me to say that he told her we didn't hit it off on our date because I was TOO CONSERVATIVE but I had great boobs. What the...? I politely declined any future blind dates she may have had planned for me.

Totally funny sidenote: I was on match.com at that time and later found a profile of him on there...I recognized his picture, and was horrified to note that his screen name was something VERY sexually suggestive. His profile stated he was only interested in "casual encounters" because he didn't understand all the emphasis people put on getting to know each other before sex, because it took away all of the mystery. SOOOO BIZARRE. I think he was schizophrenic or something.

Can I just say I'm glad to be married?

This is weird in a stalker-like way but here goes.... I had an electrical engineering lab in college that went from 6-10PM on Thursday nights. As everyone knows, the weekend starts on Thursday (especially where I went to school) and I was always anxious for the lab to end. Anyway, on this particular Thursday it was Valentines Day and I had a girlfriend. The plan was to meet up with her at her apartment and make dinner together. Nothing fancy. It was college and we were broke.

Anyway, I get to my house (I lived in a frat house) and there is an envelope taped to my door. I open it and it has a hotel key with a note saying to bring some CD's down to the Marriott a few blocks away. Thinking this was going to be the best night of my life, I grab a single CD and beat feet down to the hotel. I slide the key into the lock and burst into the room. Guess what? It wasn't my girlfriend and she wasn't wearing any clothes. I mumble a quick apology while averting my eyes and start to shut the door when she calls out my name. Huh?? How does this person know my name?? I finally get a good look at her and it is a girl from my lab!! I am speechless and confused as all get out but I try to pull myself together. I tell her that I'm flattered and that "if I was single"..... blah blah blah and try to make my exit. She then starts crying (sobbing) and said she was embarrassed and she knew it would never work........ long story short, she proceeded to tell me that she knew I had a girlfriend (knew too much about her), had talked one of my frat brothers into letting her into the house and into my room and well, you can imagine the alarms going off in my head.

Long story short, I got to my girlfriends place much later than planned and debated on telling her what had happened.... told her.... much laughter ensued which did a bit of damage to my ego! : )

Weird weird night.