I dont know if this thread has been done If it has, dont care Post yours, we all got some Heres mine One time I had a blind "date". I met her on the internet. I had nothing to do that night so fuck it I met her on the fucking internet. She sent me a photo. This was a while ago, before we all knew about "the angles" She was cute enough in that photo. If I had that photo in my hand I still wouldn't have been able to pick her in a police line-up. After a few weeks of correspondence she invited me to a movie with her and a group of her friends. I figured it would be safe enough. If she is cute then it will be an ok first date type situation. If she turns out to not be cute, then it's not like its a date or anything. But she's gonna be cute right? I mean, I SAW her photo. She told me that she would pick me up at my apartment. She drove an SUV and would be picking up a few people on the way. I've always been the impatient type. If you're "on the way", I'm watching out the window for your arrival. If I'm not quite ready, I rush whatever I'm doing and keep going back to the window to check. More often than not making me all nervous and sweaty until I finally stop pacing and sit. Depending on the person I might be sitting there waiting for a long while. So in anticipation of a large black vehicle, I barely pay attention the the motorcycle pulling into the driveway. Naturally assuming that this was a friend of someone else in the building. Then the helmet came off. The scarecrow hair that fell out of it ALMOST distracted me from the fact that she was a very large woman. Not large in the "amazon woman" way, large in the "grew outward once she was done growing upward" way. She can't possibly be the girl coming to get me.......right? She HAS to be a guest of someone else who lives here. She-kinda-looks-like-the-photo-----kinda. Oh, man what if? My options flashed in rapid succession. Jump out the bathroom window. Jump out the front window as she ascended the stairs. Simply ignore the door... Then the doorbell rang and overwhelming fear gripped me. ...or man-up and open it. When I swung the door open, she barely even managed to say hello before asking "Where'sthebathroom??" All one word. And she followed my outstretched hand "Thataway." All one word. My friend stared at me wide-eyed from across the room. Giving that look that says "holywhatthefuck??" all one word While simultaneously emoting that I was in fact fucked. Perhaps she thinks I am disgusting and hurried to the bathroom to discreetly phone a friend to help her get out of our "date". If I were uglier or she was prettier that may have been a viable option. Maybe just maybe she drank a large beverage before she left her house. She didn't seem like the type to need to "freshen up". Too fat to be a drug addict. The only other theory left was that she was devastating my toilet. And with the great amount of time she was spending in there I was pretty convinced that was the case. So after about 12 minutes she emerged looking more sweaty and disheveled than when she arrived. As she pulled the door shut behind her I prayed that she had opened the window. I have no idea what she was doing in there, and I certainly didn't stick around to find out. We exchanged pleasantries on the way down the stairs. I can't remember what was said exactly. She could have been telling me classified government info for all i know. What I do know is that I was trying to think of ANY possible way out. I almost feigned an upset stomach. But then I remembered what might have just occurred in the bathroom. Whether or not she actually had another vehicle or not I will never know. Perhaps it was her plan all along to get me on her motorcycle. It appeared she had thought ahead and dug a helmet out of her garden for me. I've never seen anything so dirty and cobweb-lined before. As she handed it to me she noticed its condition. She then offered me her helmet. Once in my hand I could see the moisture inside. She had sweated it up quite nicely on the ride over. It was a quite a bit more revolting than the cobwebs. I'm not even sure which one I actually ended up wearing. I can't believe I wore either of them. Especially considering I am the type of guy who opens doors with my shirtsleeve. Not just bathroom doors, every door. I don't know WHY I went along with it. I am painfully nice, or too much of a coward to say no perhaps. So I climbed onto her motorcycle. On the back of a bike with a girl EASILY three times larger than me. She operated the motorcycle as if she had stolen in on her way over. With my hands gripping the smallest portion of her sweatshirt I prayed she wouldn't crash. At the same time I hoped that if she did in fact crash and I were to die, "Please, oh please, God, please make my helmet fall off and let me slip down a sewer, PLEASE." God forbid any of my friends back home find out I died as a passenger on a fat girls motorcycle. If we crashed and I didn't die, I would have dragged my body as far away as possible. At every stop light I hid my head in shame, KNOWING just how fucking ridiculous I must have looked. Never in my life have I wanted to be invisible as much as I did then. When we arrived at the movie theater I was introduced to her friends. Most easily described as "band geeks"; loud obnoxious awkward folk. Comments that she was robbing the cradle were made by her coven of dork friends. The fact that I was 19 and she was 23 seemed scandalous to them for some retarded reason. We watched that horrible witch movie that was popular at the time. Her attempts to squeeze close to me during the scary parts were comical at best. Especially considering quite a bit of her meat was climbing over the arm rest already. When the movie was over there was talk of eating at Denny's. Not terribly shocking. I opted to go home. This decision elicited "oohs" from the slob army. They were implying I wanted some alone time with their friend. I wanted to go home and pretend that night never happened. The ride home was as frightening as the ride to the movies. The darkness of night provided more opportunity for her to crash and kill me. It also kept my face hidden from onlookers thankfully. They didn't have to see the shame in my eyes. And I didn't have to see the pity in theirs. The laughs that I'm sure were directed towards me went unheard. When we arrived at my house I had hoped to hop off and sprint towards my door. But the ignition turned off. My helmet came off. With some struggle her helmet came off. She thanked me for the movie and asked if she could come up for coffee. I awkwardly said something about not drinking coffee and that I had to wake up early. As she reached for me for a kiss goodnight, I was wishing I could tell her I had a herpe bubble on my lip. Instead I chickened out and gave her the handshake hug. I figured keeping an arm between us was a sure sign that I wasn't interested. Then I half-ran back up to my apartment and my friend and I laughed for hours at my own expense.
+rep for going through with the date dude... I would have answered the door then slammed it in her face..
haha i fell bad for you mayne. i woulda been the fool that woulda came up to you n asked if you wanted t hit a blunt wit me an a ride home. next time ask a man fool +rep tho for taken it like a man
It sounds like you're one of the better people this world has to offer... I'm not better that you, but I nightve ended up actually kissing her from pure shock and fear... Did your friend tell you what the bathroom was like when he went in?
Alright I got a pretty embarassing moment for you guys. I had been dating this girl for about a year or so. We were both still in high school, but I was two years older than her. Since we had been together so long I got to know her family pretty well and they liked me a lot, so they were comfortable leaving us home alone. So one night her parents go out and her younger brother is down the street at a friends house or something. We decide to take a shower together in her parents bathroom, and we started gettin into the mood a little bit. We get out and she tells me to lay down on the couch and she comes back wearing nothing but a thong. Things start to heat up and we decide to move to the stairs to try something new. So she's in front of me doggy style and just as I'm about to mount up....BAM the front door slams open and I turn around trying to cover myself up and I see her little brother staring with his eyes literally this big . He stands there for what seemed like ten minutes until we both yell GET OUT!! Later that night we tried to bribe the little shit not to tell her parents what happened but he told them anyway. They didn't give a shit cause they knew we were having sex so it was all good. Pretty embarassing at the time but its hilarious looking back on it. Peace, Tboy
I would have answered the door going "HOLY SHIT" then slammed it Then you could have told you friend to go get your pokeballs cause there's a wild snorlax right outside your door "Especially considering quite a bit of her meat was climbing over the arm rest already." Best part ^
clap clap clap clap clap. +rep that was so funny the way you wrote it MADE it. You Described every thing that made it funny with great detail i loved it.
I'm torn between feeling sorry for you and feeling sorry for her...that was funny though. she misrepresented herself...but you kinda liked her before you found out she was fat...well,I don't know.. at least you were nice enough to go on the date...but she blew up your toilet and thats just wrong...cause you don't blow up strange toilets...keep that shit at home..
Aahhaha damn, i've had a blind date before too. Met through internet also, and the bitch was fat as hell!! Damn. Well this was when I was like 17 or younger I really don't remember. I started talking to this girl, and after a while we were chatting almost all day on msn. She sends me her pic, I send mine, blah blah. She looked fine in her pic, but the problem was it was just her face. I didn't think much of it at the time, cus her face didn't look fat, and looked like it SHOULD be on an ok or great body. So, we set up a day to meet at six flags and she offers to pay for me and everything since she lives right near six flags and has a year pass, and it's like an hour drive for me. I get there and i'm looking around trying to find her. She said she would be with her brother. I'm looking around and don't see anyone with a younger type brother person with them. Except this huge, i mean huge huger than huge girl standing with her brother. My dad actually dropped me off, but he wanted to stay and wait to make sure I wasn't meeting some pedofile, or a no show. So the girl starts walking over to me, i'm like 1 in a billion there because i was punked out and had like 1/2 foot liberty spikes. There's nothing I can do at this point like run or anything. At that moment, I was just praying that she wasn't the girl I was meeting, or hopefully when she walks up to me she'd take out like 20 or more pillows from under her shirt. So, she's walking over and I tell my dad i think that's her, fuck man. He just starts laughing histerically and she's coming closer, but he's choking laughing so hard. She comes up and asks me if I am who I am, I say yeah and tell my dad bye etc while he's still having a laugh attack. Then the whole time we were there I probably said 2 words to her. When we were standing in line I didn't even look at her. When I did look at her and she'd look back i'd just turn away or something. She kept asking what's wrong, I just said uhhh nothing. After a while, I was so irritated that this happened, I just took off when she wasn't looking. I'm just walking around and meet some people and hang out with them for the rest of the day. They were actually really cool, and I had a great time. So, it's almost closing time and I've gone almost the whole day without being seen by her throughout the park, but as i'm walking to the exit I spot her in the corner of my eye, it was like a huge glob in the corner of my right eye. I knew it was her. She called my name, and I just looked over and she's crying in a corner. She asks why I ditched them, and I just said I got lost, and I was trying to look for her, but I didn't have my cell phone to call or anything. I don't think she bought it, because I think she knows she's not that hard to miss. Then she asks me to stay the night at her house, and she'd buy all this food and everything. HAHAH she was telling me what she'd get and these are her words. We can get a movie, then some popcorn doritos pizza chicken french fries ribs soda chips plus a lot more. I can list them, but it'd probably take up a few pages. I told her I couldn't and my dad would never let me stay the night. Then she starts begging me saying she'd give me 100, no 200 bucks and an xbox 360. I say no firmly now. Then she just starts screaming that's I don't like her cus she's fat, and she loves me, and I don't love her, she wanted to fuck me, but I ain't getting any. I had some really mean things to say after that, but I just felt bad and didn't say anything. I just started running to where my dad was waiting to pick me up. I still talked to her after that but made her understand I don't like her just because I don't like long distance relationships, and she sent me a whole bunch of cigarettes, lighters, and all this stuff for like a year then we stopped talking.