dating
All about dating. First dates, three years into a relationship, Tinder, and more.
My Worst Date
High school, 2007. Let me start with a little context. I was queen of the nerds throughout my four years of public charter high school. Which meant that, while I enjoyed the relationships I did have, most of my dates weren't exactly chiseled out of marble, and when you're a pubescent teenager coming to terms with sexuality, there are the occasional fantasies of "the hot boy/girlfriend."
By Ruthie Hanson8 years ago in Humans
I Went on a Date with a Man That Had an English Accent.
#MyWorstDate I should’ve known it was destined for disaster, but he worked for a top-notch music producer, so I agreed to go on a date with him. I guess I can’t really say I regret it, because otherwise I wouldn’t have this story to tell.
By Barbara Spoor8 years ago in Humans
First Is the Worst
Though I am unsure which to feel worse about, #MyWorstDate was also my first date. The only silver lining is that I was able to get both out of the way in one mortifying evening. Many of the finer details are fuzzy, blurred by years of attempts at repression. However, the main points are still very clear.
By Jeffery Paul8 years ago in Humans
Why I Couldn't Listen to Tracy Chapman for Years
#MyWorstDate I met her at an open mic, at the Red Light Cafe, which was virtually my living room. I spent practically all of my time there, either playing my guitar, or listening to others play music. Her name was Jennifer. I had just played my set, which happened to include a song I had written, called "Jennifer." I had written it a few years ago, while living in Winter Park, Florida, attending audio engineering school. I would call prospective students and talk to them about the program. One night, I called a girl named Jennifer, and soon we were engaging in a hours of conversations. So I wrote her a love song, which I played several years later, at an open mic in Atlanta, where another Jennifer (this Jennifer) heard it... and was quite taken by it, and by me. We started dating. I soon learned that she suffered from clinical depression. And this played a big part in the worst date ever, which left me not able to listen to Tracy Chapman, for years.We showed up at a concert in Atlanta—Charlie Hunter Quartet with Tracy Chapman opening. They were supposed to have comp tickets at the door for her, but when we got to the window, they didn't have her name or any record of this. She burst into tears. That started things on a downward spiral. I actually bought two tickets for twenty bucks from someone in the parking lot. She refused to go to the show and began walking off into the hood, into one of the worst parts of town in Atlanta. Being concerned for her safety, I followed her. This she did not like at all, and she let me know as much. Then, as if things couldn't have gotten any worse, it began to rain. I could hear Tracy Chapman singing from a distance, from the concert we should have been at. It began to get dark. Still, I followed her at a distance, as she just blindly walked off in no particular direction. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, we made it back to where the buses were as the concert ended. I rode with her all the way back to Decatur, and even made sure she made it safely home. As we passed Eddie's Attic, she ripped some flowers from pots and threw them at me, not to mention all the lovely verbal comments being directed at me throughout the evening.
By Victor Johnson8 years ago in Humans
Angel Eyes
Her first thought was "What weirdo is trying to message me now?" They met on an online dating site! That first night they talked for hours, he was great! He was handsome! He could hold a conversation and remain a gentleman in those conversations. They opened up to one another, he had a shady past but he was working hard on turning himself around. He had substance abuse problems and in his past lead him to make poor choices; Poor choices that had lead him to jail.
By Andi Cannon8 years ago in Humans
Mother Trucker
#MyWorstDate I’ve never known how to play house. I don’t know how to be the girl that you bring home to Mom. Luckily, Avery didn’t bring me home to meet his mother, his mother met us at a bar. If I had known, I wouldn’t have drank a 40 in the car in the parking lot of Flint Woods. Flint Woods, where I used to run cross country workouts. It looked so different in the dark from the windows of Avery’s car, like something from a horror flick. I found myself listening intently for the scraping of hook handed men against the car door. I heard nothing but the trap music radiating from Avery’s speakers. Avery threw his can out the window. I wondered which runner would end up with it stuck to the bottom of their Mizuno sneakers come tomorrow afternoon.
By Aliza Dube8 years ago in Humans
The Emotional Fluffer
It's really easy to look at the people who have hurt you and put all the blame on them, but the truth is...the blame is ever rarely all on them. It took me a very long time to be able to understand even a fraction of why my best friend became a stranger. I couldn't really see the role I'd played in our distraction and, this time, ignorance was not bliss.
By Nicole Beltrán Mojica8 years ago in Humans
Being a Stand-in Girlfriend
“I just—I don’t want to be a stand-in to you.” Stand-in sounded so hateful coming out of my mouth. The words did carry a lot of hate, though. I had said the words a million times to him, yet this was the first time I actually meant them and wasn’t just seeking validation by his denial. No hatred or anger was directed towards him, but towards the situation I faced. I hated knowing that I was being replaced in the coming days, and my once nonexistent insecurities and confusion seemed to ooze out of my pores like the hangover I knew I was going to have tomorrow morning.
By Rachel Beck8 years ago in Humans
