My worst date was about 18 or so, going to the cinema with a girl I had fancied all through school, during the film of course there was no eye to eye contact and no words exchanged, I was shy then and without being able to detect any signals with the distraction of the film I did not know where I stood and whether I could hug, hold hands, kiss, or whatever -- I have never gone on a first date to the cinema since.
Worse was I planned to have some conversation alone between us at least when I dropped her off, maybe coffee or some such, but alas it was a double date and my freind wanted dropping off last because he had something to say to me...... Well, ok I obliged, and it turns out he wanted to ask how far I got with her. BASTARD! No night cap for me...
I'm so glad I have more confidence these days, I was a right shy twat. Still despite my more matured confidence in recent tears I was still totally unprepared for how forward my current partner was on our first date: She seemed so shy too, what a paradox... The first date lasted 6 days.
EDIT: I just remembered a worse one. A friend and I where flirting with these girls at a party and got their number (they lived in the same house). I called them up and arranged to meet, they took one look at me sober and told me to piss off.
EDIT 2: Oh that reminds me of another time with the same friend, we picked up a girl he liked on the way to this party in Hertford - no idea who's - I got thrown out for doing drugs but then got a call to come back because they needed a lift home so I go back and most of the revellers and I got on really well, too well, the girl my friend was interested in and I got on really really really well, and where making out on the couch when the host (who threw me out earlier) finds us and starts berrating the girl for ... betraying her husband. Yup, my friend (and consequently me) had pulled a bi curious housewife playing away from home. That was an awkward ride home.
Worse was I planned to have some conversation alone between us at least when I dropped her off, maybe coffee or some such, but alas it was a double date and my freind wanted dropping off last because he had something to say to me...... Well, ok I obliged, and it turns out he wanted to ask how far I got with her. BASTARD! No night cap for me...
I'm so glad I have more confidence these days, I was a right shy twat. Still despite my more matured confidence in recent tears I was still totally unprepared for how forward my current partner was on our first date: She seemed so shy too, what a paradox... The first date lasted 6 days.
EDIT: I just remembered a worse one. A friend and I where flirting with these girls at a party and got their number (they lived in the same house). I called them up and arranged to meet, they took one look at me sober and told me to piss off.
EDIT 2: Oh that reminds me of another time with the same friend, we picked up a girl he liked on the way to this party in Hertford - no idea who's - I got thrown out for doing drugs but then got a call to come back because they needed a lift home so I go back and most of the revellers and I got on really well, too well, the girl my friend was interested in and I got on really really really well, and where making out on the couch when the host (who threw me out earlier) finds us and starts berrating the girl for ... betraying her husband. Yup, my friend (and consequently me) had pulled a bi curious housewife playing away from home. That was an awkward ride home.