Winners and Another Worst Date Story

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Entry 19 won for the Worst Date Story.

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By far, the most fun I have had with this blog was emailing the good news to these two participants.

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Zipping It

I have yet another story for you. This one is from a guy I went on a date with. We were talking about bad dates and he shared this with me.

A while back, he meets a really cute girl and asks her out. As part of the date, they go to see a movie. As they are walking in, he notices that his zipper is down. Instead of pulling it up in front of her, he decides to wait until the lights go down inside the movie theater.

The lights dim, and while his date is distracted by something at her right, he has his chance. He pulls up his zipper, and at the same time he is doing so, the girl sitting in front of him who has really long hair brushes her hair back over her chair. And of course, he zips her hair into his zipper. What is worse is that he can’t get it out.

Soon, his date looks back and sees him fooling with his zipper. Disgusted she asks  “What are you doing?!” This disrupts some people around them who look over. He tries to explain while struggling to free the hair. Still the locks are locked, and so he leans forward to the girl in front of him and tries to quietly inform her, “excuse me, but your hair is caught in my zipper.” Confused, the girl in front of him whips around, her hair is yanked, and she screams out. Now, everyone in the theater is looking over at them.

The girl with the long hair waits patiently while he tries and tries to release the hair, but with no avail. Finally, they decide to go get some scissors from the front desk. He climbs over the seat, and they awkwardly walk out. I would describe how that looked, but I think you can picture it pretty well yourself.

As they are walking to the front desk, who does he run into? His old Young Men’s President. “Don’t ask” is all he can say.

Thankfully, the front desk has scissors and they soon free the poor girl’s hair. Before they go back to the movie, he tells the girl “We both know that this story is going to be both yours and my most embarrassing story. You know what would make if even better? If we went out on a date.”

She accepted and he got her number. 

Valentine's Day Cards

I know it isn't Valentine's Day, but my friend Joey makes these hilarious cards (usually by altering Mormonads) every year that always make me laugh. I thought you might enjoy them as well. (By the way, for any girls who might be interested, along with being funny, Joey is also an attractive single dentist living in CA.)

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Interviewing for a Girlfriend & Dragon Dreams

Worst Date – Entry 25

A guy I knew from one of my classes asked me to lunch. He told me to meet him at the Cougareate. I try not to be to assuming, but because it was a date, I assumed we would be ordering lunch at one of the vendors in the Wilk together. However, when I got there, my date pulled out a brown lunch bag, and asked me if I had brought my own lunch. I told him that I hadn’t brought anything, but I could go get something.

I had barely sat down, when my date began an interview session. He had a notepad full of questions. He asked me everything from which sports I prefer, to how many children I want. He was really impressed with me and assured me after several questions that I had answered very well. What made the whole situation even better was that some friends of mine who happened to sit down nearby were witnessing the whole thing, and told me they had when I saw them later.

After an hour, I thankfully had a class to go to. (I will always love my Chemistry class for that sweet surrender.)

The friends who had been sitting close by told me that after I left some of my date’s friends came up to him to congratulate him on his date. Apparently, they had come along purposefully and were witnessing  from a distance as well.

Best Date – Entry Y

I had been dating this girl for a while. When we first began dating I told her how my father would say a common Korean phrase to wish me a good night. In English it is “Dragon Dreams.” It became a tradition for me to bid my girlfriend “Dragon Dreams” when I would drop her off at night.

One day, I took her on an adventure-style-date up Rock Canyon. We went to a cave and read a book together about dragons. After the story, we explored the cave with our flashlights, and in the back of the cave discovered a buried container (which I had previously planted). Inside the container was a beautiful dragon statue that I had bought for her. She loved the token of something so much more. 

Magical Moves & Absolute Art

Worst Date – Entry 24

I was serving as a ward chorister in my BYUI student ward. This was beyond uncomfortable for me since I am tone deaf. It also didn’t help that I was a new convert, and therefore knew about five hymns. But, I figured it was easy and that no one would actually be paying attention to me waving my arm around unaware. That was until I met "Bill". He approached me after church one day to tell me I was doing everything wrong. I was off tempo, I was not making appropriate eye contact with the pianist or congregation, I was not on key or not singing altogether (in my defense I know about five hymns), and the list didn't seem to end. However, knowing he was right, I didn't take offense. He then asked if he could teach me, and the appointment was set for me to go his apartment to do so.

Well, upon arriving, I discovered this was actually a group date to see Handel's Messiah. I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of his friends, so I decided to just go along. Normally events where you just sit and don't have to socialize aren't that bad of dates, but I was with a singing date. He literally sang along the whole first half of the performance. In between movements people would ask him not to sing, to be quiet, and eventually to just shut up, but he wouldn't. Instead, he continued to sing, and sing, and sing. And if the singing itself wasn't distracting enough he conducted, with both arms, and shut his eyes to really get into the moment and feel the crowd and the music and the power of Opera. At intermission, I tried to leave, but it was then I found out that afterwards I would be given my lesson on conducting. I was stuck, trapped next to Bill for the second half.

At this point, I knew I had one option and only one option to make him stop; I had to distract Bill. So with my right hand I held his right hand and snuggled deeply into left side where I sat. It actually worked!  There was silence, silence that lasted the rest of the show. Thank Heavens!

My "relationship" with Bill took a turn for the worse. After our date, Bill went to see our Bishop. He thought my come on was not only serious but carnally inappropriate for someone not wed. He was confused as whether to propose or to repent for the wild feelings he felt with me so close to him. I was in a stupor as my Bishop called me into his office and relayed this message to me with Bill anxiously sitting across from me. I asked Bill to leave so I could speak with the Bishop alone. My Bishop and I had a great laugh as I told him of the experience. Over Christmas break Bill drove home to Boise with a girl he met on the ride board, they came back from the break engaged. It was a real Christmas Miracle.

Best Date – Entry X

I had a perfect date. It was the kind that you would see on a movie during a montage while some epic amazing music was playing in the background. My boyfriend at the time, Drew, and I bought food for a picnic. We drove to Los Angeles, California and went to the Getty Museum. We ate our picnic food on a grass lawn overlooking LA and the beautiful gardens at the museum. Then we walked around to the art exhibits hand in hand spending time at each interest piece. After the museum we drove down the famous Sunset Blvd with our windows down (the weather that day was also perfect). We stopped at a famous record store, Amoeba Records, where we walked down each row searching for our favorite artists. After we found at least 3 albums each we went to the line at the register to check out and guess who was right in front of me? Julie Styles. My favorite actress was right in front of me! She probably noticed how much I was staring at her but I eventually found the courage to talk to her! We talked for a little bit and we introduced ourselves (even though I already knew who she was). I even have a picture to prove it ;)

After the most amazing encounter at Amoeba Records, Drew and I went to a famous sushi restaurant across from the Music Box venue. We ate crunchy rolls and spicy tuna rolls in line before we saw our favorite band Empire of the Sun. After two hours of sitting outside we went in and watched Luke Steele, the lead singer, sing our favorite song “Walking on a Dream”. That night we bought posters, CDs, and t-shirts to remember our perfect night.

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Worst Date – Entry 23

There was a boy in my ward who asked me out on a date. Now, I knew I wasn’t interested, but I really felt like I should give him a chance, especially because I knew he didn’t go on many dates.

The date was to start at 4pm and I was to meet him at his apartment. When I arrived, I found that he had bought a Roast-beef-onion-mustard-Subway-sandwich and a super-tart-mango-Jamba-Juice. Both of which were almost unbearable to eat/drink, but it is the thought that counts.

After we ate, he put on a movie that he had selected: Dirty Dancing. I have nothing against the movie, but I didn’t think it was the best first date movie to begin with. (This is where it started getting bad.) He kept laughing at all the super inappropriate and awkward parts. Then he tried to put his arm around me, but he just kept it on the back of the couch behind me so I left it alone. At one point he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and said, "You're really pretty". I cautiously laughed and sort of ignored the comment, but I was really uncomfortable. Then later, I had my hands folded in my lap, and he reached over, grabbed my thumb and started violently caressing it to the point that it bruised a couple hours afterwards. After that, I kept my hands under my legs from then on. 

So when the movie finally ended, I tried to come up with any excuse I could to get out of there. However, it was harder to do than I thought. He said, "Oh, but, um, we just watched a dancing movie, don't you want to have a dance?" I politely declined, but he would NOT take no for an answer. So we ended up dancing to "The Time of My Life,” the song at the end of Dirty Dancing. The dance was really awkward to begin with, but then it got worse. If you've ever seen the movie or seen a poster for it or anything, there is a part in the movie where the guy is behind the girl, and her arm is up and he's caressing her arm/armpit/side. In the movie, she just laughs over and over again because it tickles. But it's this super-sensual-totally-awkward-thing. And yes, of course, he tried to do it. At first when he tried, I didn’t even know what he was doing, and so I was trying to get away from him. Then he said, "You know, like the movie!" I just shot him a look of utter disbelief, and thankfully he got the message. Oh, and he was singing the song throughout the entire dance, really close up in on my face and very much in my personal space. (ha that rhymed).

The song finally ended (thank goodness), but now only three minutes have passed and I'm still trying to weasel my way out of the most uncomfortable situation of my life, but as he saw me inching my way to the door he blocked the exit so I couldn't leave. This time, he said, "Oh, well see, I got a karaoke machine because I know that you like to sing because it says so on your Facebook and there is a music video of you and your sister singing on Facebook." Yeah, um, problem.

So he pulls out the karaoke machine and chooses “Summer Lovin” from Grease. Yes, again, not the best first date choice. He was having the time of his life though and kept waltzing around the room like crazy and even threw in a few pelvic thrusts. Yes, this is a true story. The song finally ended after he spent the last few measures of the song serenading me once again at an uncomfortably close distance from my face.

Whew. It was over. I forced myself to give him a very small smile. Then he literally threw himself on to me in the most frightening bear hug I've ever experienced. Everyone that I've reenacted it for has either jumped, or screamed, or both. It's SO much better if I demonstrate in person.That night, I got about 15 text messages from him. I was out and about and responded to zero. When I got home that night, I found five or six comments on various profile pictures on my Facebook, all saying inappropriate things, some more so than others. By this time I was fearful.

The next day he left me a message telling me that he wanted to be in a relationship with me. I had to call him back and try to kindly tell him that I wasn’t interested. Eventually, he got the point. Eventually.

Best Date – Entry V 

I'm from northern California and one great date I went on was a day trip to San Francisco when I was home.  My date and I took the BART in, listening to a playlist on his iPod that he had made for the occasion and then just spent the day exploring.  He had never been to San Francisco before, despite only living a couple of hours away, and I had a great time showing him some of the major tourist spots--Ghiradelli Square, Pier 39, Lombard Street, and Chinatown.  We also explored random little shops along the sides of the street.  We finished the date by seeing a musical.  The weather was absolutely terrible, but we still had a blast.  We also had a great conversation on the way home and I learned some things about him that I had never known before, despite being friends for over 4 years.  It was so great and I smile every time I think about it.

Worst Date – Entry 22 

This date started out fine-- he was an old roommate of a friend and he asked me to go to Divine Comedy with him. He picked me up and we watched the show (hilarious) and afterwards we went out to dinner. We ordered and he tried to make conversation by attempting to reenact the sketches we had just watched at the show, while throwing in some slightly racist comments about the place we were eating and the waiters and waitresses. Finally our food came and we had just started eating when a couple in their late thirties came up to him and started chatting with him. They talked for a few minutes, leaving me out of the conversation, when my date remembers that I am there and says, "Oh! Let me introduce you to my date! You guys, this is Lauren." Uuuhhhmmmm..... my name is NOT Lauren. I told them my real name and they looked at me like I was stupid or trying to make a bad joke. So, they chat for a little while more and then ask my date and I to move to a table with them; we agreed. The rest of the night consisted of the woman telling my date what we should do on our next date, and the one after that, and the one after that. "Next time you take her out, you should come up to Salt Lake to visit us and we'll all go to dinner. And the next time you take her out you should...." etc. In my head I was thinking, "Next time??? He can't even remember my name!" Towards the end of the evening, the woman said she wanted a picture of us. She took out her iPhone and we scooted in closer to each other. She was about to take the picture when my date decided to rest his head completely on my shoulder. I whipped my head around, thinking, "What are you doing???" and that is when she took the picture. It looks like one of those engagement photos where the man is lovingly gazing up at the woman, who is swooning over the man. Then we took another picture that I thought was going to appear normal. It turns out he was going for more of a bed-intruder impersonation, with a "I'm gonna find you!!!" look on his face. She also immediately posted the pictures on facebook for the whole world to see. 

Best Date – Entry W 

One day my best friend and I had planned on watching a movie, but when he picked me up, he told me he wasn’t in the mood to watch a movie and suggested we do something else.  Neither of us were sure of what to do instead, so we decided to drive around until a thought struck us. 

It was a beautiful drive.  We just drove around the city, but when driving without a destination, you notice things you never did before.  We found this tree that had very interesting flowers on it–flowers I had never seen before.  We got out of the car to take pictures, and discovered upon closer inspection that it was actually a telephone pole covered with vines and these beautiful flowers.  Unexpected beauty.  We got back in the car and drove around some more, when I noticed the sun was beginning to set.  I told him to head to higher ground so we could see it.  He knew we didn’t have time to get into the mountains, or we would miss it, so instead he drove us to suburb that was just barely undergoing development.  It was a field area that now had cul-de-sacs with no houses in them.  We stopped in one, discovering an abandoned couch, right there in the cul-de-sac.  So we sat down on that couch that seemed as though it was expecting us and watched the sun set and talked for a long time. 

Afterward, he wanted to show me something.  So we drove to this parking lot which was also paradoxically gorgeous.  It was a parking lot built for the winter games, but it hasn’t been used since, and thus, nature has decided to reclaim it.  It was in an area where you could see the stars, and there were huge brown-eyed susans growing right out of the asphalt. We walked and talked and took in the beauty of the stars and the flowers that surrounded us.  I picked a flower and discovered that the stem, when cut, had a beautiful perfume.  It was such an enjoyable walk. 

He’s my best friend, the kind of guy that I can talk to about anything and everything.  He’s interested in everything too, so he’s an excellent conversation partner. It was a lot of fun. The way to get in and out of  the parking lot was by a small hill, covered with decorative rocks, and I was wearing high heels.  He has always been the gentleman to offer me his arm, and this time he took my hand in his and cautiously helped me to descend the small rocky slope and took me home. 

It had been such a wonderful date.  I went home on cloud nine, and wondered, was I interested in this guy, or was it just a really fun date?  Only a few equally wonderful dates later, I realized I was in love, and we have been dating ever since :)

Helping Holding Hands and Flippin' Fun

Worst Date – Entry 21

At some point in the latter half of my freshman year, my roommate and pretty much my best friend walks in and tells me he's got a date for me. I -- somewhat reluctantly -- went along with it, and he introduced me to her as we went on a hike up Y mountain. She was charming, friendly and cute, which was a pleasant surprise. So far so good right? 

                        

So one day, my roommate and I headed over to her off-campus apartment to watch MY favorite movie, Big Fish. It's pretty chilly, and so we toss a blanket over the three of us, with her in the middle. Everything's going pretty great, she's laughing in all the right places, et cetera, and so I summon up all my courage, and reach for her hand under the blanket, and she takes it! Success! So the rest of the movie goes by, and she even cries at the ending. By this time, I'm convinced she's perfect, and the one for me. 

Finally, my roommate and I take off, and I eagerly recount my success under the blanket, saying "Dude, I totally held her hand! Woohoo!" or something to that effect. Silence. And then my roommate asks, "Would you get upset if I told you she held my hand too?"

Best Date – Entry U

We went to go country dancing at studio 600 in salt lake (that's how we first met before we got set up together.) The whole time he's doing lifts and flipping me around. There was karaoke as well, and I've never laughed so much in my life. We continued having fun while playing pool.

He was such a gentleman. He opened the door for me both on the way in and out of the car, paid for everything and escorted me if the distance was far enough, and never made any moves. Though he had paid for everything, I wanted to at least pay for ice cream so I raised the stakes and said whoever won at pool would get to pay for ice cream that night.

We continued to country dance, karaoke sing, do re-matches in pool (best of out of five, etc.) until about 1am when the studio closes. Then we drove around trying to find a restaurant open that had ice cream. We went to Del Taco and laughed because we didn't want the ice cream (the place looked scary). We laughed and talked, and decided to settle for Walmart.

After we got ice cream he brought me back to drop me off around 2:00, but we ended up talking for an hour longer.  He laughed when we realized how late it was and said that I was the only girl he'd ever kept past curfew.

He then walked me to my door, gave me a hug, and then gave one of those smiles that just steals your heart. It’s kind of tradition in my family to wait at the porch to watch the person drive away. As he drove away, looked back a couple of times, same smile. Then I walked inside, and I couldn't help but smile and relive all the moments of the evening.

Cutting to the Point and Space Date

Worst Date – Entry 20 

A guy in my freshman ward sang “Come, Come Ye Saints” during sacrament meeting, and though he got the words all mixed up, he had a nice voice. He sat next to me in Sunday School, and so I told him that I thought he had a great voice.  He took the compliment and ran with it. He walked me home from church and asked me out for the next Wednesday night.

Wednesday night rolled around, and he picked me up from the lobby of my dorm, and we headed to Macaroni Grill. Over dinner, we engaged in what we will call stimulating conversation. He told me about the importance of his relationship with music. He said: “Sometimes, when girls just aren’t doing it for me, John Denver does.” He also discussed how he strongly believes in the healing power of music, telling me, “Josh Groban’s second album cured my hernia.” When we were done eating, he asked me if I was ready to go, and then stood up and started to book it out of the restaurant. There was this fleeting moment during which I wondered whether or not he had actually paid, and then the maitre d’ stopped him and informed him that if he didn’t go back to his table and take care of the check, they would be calling the police.

We left the restaurant—him shameless, me mortified—and he told me that we would be ice-skating. Once we were at Seven Peaks putting on our skates, he told me that he was “a super good ice-skater” and that he “used to compete and stuff.” I shuffled awkwardly around the rink alone as he twirled and leapt around the middle.

At one point, he tried to convince me to jump and spin simultaneously, and I assured him that standing up straight was about as good as it was going to get for me. He tried to show me that jumping and spinning isn’t that hard, but as he did, he knocked me over and landed on my head. I hit my face and forehead pretty hard on the ice, and his skate cut the back of my head open. I was bleeding all over the ice, and someone else finally yelled that he should get me to a hospital.

I don’t remember most of the drive to the hospital (I hit my head pretty hard), but I remember him singing “You Raise Me Up” and “Come, Come Ye Saints” (our song). He pulled up to the ER doors where ambulances pull up, and as I started to reach for the door handle, he said, “Hey, would it be okay if I just drop you off here? Because I was planning to watch LOST with my roommates tonight.” I told him to just go.

When he asked me out again the next week, I told him that when I end up with more than 10 stitches on a first date, I usually don’t go on a second. He asked if he could be the exception to that rule. I said no. 

Best Date – Entry T 

About a year ago, I started dating a guy I met at BYU through our family home evening group - we were the "mom and dad." My birthday was coming up, so he asked me what I wanted to do to celebrate. I told him - "Anything to get out of Provo, please!"  He said he would see what he could do.

So the weekend before my birthday, my date dropped by my apartment at the appointed time. He brought over a beautiful bouquet of a dozen roses along with my favorite guilty pleasure - Ghiradelli mint chocolate. I thanked him, and then we were off to Salt Lake City.

First stop was the planetarium in the Gateway Mall. I had never been there before, but had always wanted to since I love visiting planetariums. Exploring the planetarium was fun. My date and I traveled to Mars and explored the quite hospitable environment. On our way back to Earth we stopped by the moon and appreciated our planet's beauty. We learned how much we weigh on other planets in the solar system and discussed how robbed we felt when Pluto was stripped of its planet status.

Next my date took me to Pier 39 restaurant in downtown Salt Lake. A month before, I had started a gluten-free diet because I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease. I immediately started having nightmares about and cravings for my favorite "glutenous" foods, in particular pizza, but I was so busy with school that I didn't have the time to figure out how to make my own gluten-free pizza. So my date found out that this restaurant served gluten-free pizza. And the pizza was AMAZING! Best pizza I had ever had, and best of all there were leftovers I could save for lunch the next day.

Finally, my date took me to the Capitol building and we watched the sun set over the city. It was the best day I had so far during the semester. A few days later, on my actual birthday when I was swamped with tests and work, I could remember that day and endure the trials of school and my new diet.

And in case you were wondering, my date and I explored the OMSI science museum the day he proposed four months later, and seven months later we visited an aquarium during our honeymoon. Maybe I'm a nerd but those kind of dates are the best ones.

Accepting the Blame when Blame is Due & Sparks

Worst Date – Entry 19 

There are a lot of worst date stories on here, but none so far that are from the point of view of the person who made the date terrible, until now. It was my birthday and I was already upset because as it approached, it appeared that my family hadn’t really remembered or cared. My friends thought that it would be hilarious for me to go on a date that night with a long-time family friend whom I have known since Kindergarten and with whom I share an extreme love/hate sort of relationship. I detested the notion because I had always put him in the kind-of-like-a-brother category. So, we and several other friends who found last minute dates went out to dinner.

I am embarrassed to think of what transpired. The entire night, I insulted every aspect of his driving, telling him when to turn left, to slow down, and then to speed up.  I also expected him to pay for me but never expressed my gratitude for him doing so. I ignored him unless to insult him further, made him throw away my trash, obnoxiously told him to open doors for me, and then never thanked him for any of his date etiquette.

After dinner, we went to the movies. To be funny, a friend offered my date $5 if he put his arm around me. He whispered in my ear, "Hey, I'll split $5 with you if you let me put my arm around you." He then tried to put his arm around me and instead of just playing along I rudely pushed his arm away.

Afterwards, I learned three things: 1) my family hadn’t forgotten my birthday and was actually planning a surprise party for me for the next day – this is why my friends planned this whole thoughtful date to distract me 2) my date had been crushing on me for some time before and was hoping to make this the first of many and, 3) my friends that accompanied us on the date had no intention of ever letting me live the memory of my terrible date behavior down. Unfortunately, I understand why.

Best Date – Entry S

My date had extra fireworks and suggested that we go out to do them the 24th of July (pioneer day). So we went out trying to find safe places to do fireworks, walking by this man-made lake and doing it on the dock that went into it. It was so beautiful and we talked about a lot of things, but we had the feeling the flashers (firework) were too bright and we may have seen a ranger car, but on our way out the ranger stopped us and saw that it was a date and told us a few good places and went off laughing. Coolest ranger ever!

Anyway, my favorite part was when he almost killed himself thinking a rocket firework was a hand-held firework- so funny! I think we ended up walking around and talking and then went back to my house to get cookies/refreshments, sorry I can't remember. :) All I can remember is having a blast and staying up late and talking.

A Little Too High and Reverse Trick-or-Treating

Worst Date – Entry 18

My friend wanted to set me up with her cousin who lived in a neighboring city, so we were going to double. She did warn me that her cousin was a little on the inactive side but I wasn't too worried. We met them to go bowling where we discovered that her date was actually a cousin too :) That's just the beginning, it definitely gets better. We then went and got food at Training Table, and aside from the fact that I'm intruding on a family get-together, the date was going pretty well. My date was pretty cute and way nice. Plans continued and we decided to go watch a movie at my date’s house. For some reason the girls were driving in one car and the guys were driving in another. We got lost along the way and after 30 minutes, our dates had to come meet us at some random Arby’s. We met them there where we planned to switch cars so the girls would be with their dates, but instead a third guy (dubbed Mike for the story) joined the group and I got booted to the other car with my friend and her date/cousin whom we will call Joe. I was a little confused at who this random guy was, but then Joe preceded to tell us that while we were driving around lost they went over to Mike's house where he and my date decided it'd be a good idea to…snort cocaine?! I’m not sure who came up with that genius plan. Instead of going to my date’s home to watch a movie, the guys decide to take us a local theatre instead. While in the theatre, my date sat in-between Mike and I. The whole time, I am not quite sure what to do because I can honestly say I'd never been out with someone that was high before. During the movie, my date was pretty talkative and tried to put the moves on me once or twice. The movie ended and we said our farewells and the genders split again. Needless to say, I decided to opt out of a second date. I have been told he turned himself around and started going to church again. Maybe I had some small part in his change for the better? It was definitely a memorable date.

Best Date – Entry R 

(I can't look at that little dog without laughing.)
My recommendation for a great date is Reverse Trick-or-Treating. You go to DI with a 5 dollar limit for each person, and you each buy you something as a costume for the other person.  My date was having a hard time picking something so we walked around and talked a lot, and all the sudden she picked up this really old funky iron and I said, "Iron man!" We bought some candy, and then went around to the people in our ward and to some other houses and gave out candy. It's really a perfect first date to break the ice with a girl and have fun. We actually got invited to a birthday party from one of the houses we went to. They thought we were so cool that they invited us to this BBQ birthday they were having the next week.

First Date Breakups and Never Too Much Time

Worst Date – Entry 17

I got asked on a date by a guy who was in one of my classes. I was really excited for the date, but as the day got closer I got pretty uneasy. He kept texting me calling me 'babe' and 'honey'. This is just our first date! Come on now! We didn't really have any plans when we scheduled the date, but he said he'd come up with something. I said I'd be good with whatever and he said "Oh ok fine then, let's go to a bar get totally wasted and get you knocked up then waste the rest of our lives. How does that sound?" Hmm... sarcasm. Nice. Well 2 days before the date he texted me at 1 in the morning saying we were going to go to his mission reunion. Let me repeat. First date. I was so groggy I agreed, and so that was that. 

The day of the date I decided to find out details and stuff. He didn't know where I lived. I didn't know what time. He finally gave me a time, about 2 hours before the time selected. Still, he didn't know where I lived. 10 minutes before the time, he texted me to have me meet him about 2 miles from where I live. I didn't have a car, I had to walk there. Fantastic. Once I got there, he had a car. Why didn't he just pick me up?!

We went out to eat then went to the reunion. It started out pretty alright, if not awkward. "Ooooh, is this your girlfriend?" "NO. She's my friend." But by the end of the night it was "Heh, no :wink wink: she's my friend :nudge nudge:" Hey thanks for letting me know buddy. 

After the date he decided to go on a hike in SLC. We're hiking up the mountain and I didn't feel good holding his hand so I just pulled grass out of the ground and tore it apart the whole time. He said he wanted to see the SLC Temple, because it's "our" Temple. I just cringe a little and keep walking. We get up there and I decide the only way to keep him off of me is to talk. A lot. So I just kept talking and talking and talking, tearing apart grass, and he realizes what I'm doing so he tries to take the grass from me. He'd pull it out of my hands. I'd pick more. Pull it out again. I'd pick more. So he grabbed my wrists tight to stop me from picking more grass and starts pulling me in closer to him. WOAH. I tried pulling away, it was obvious, and I was telling him to please not touch me, but hey, it was all just cute flirting meaning "Pull me in tighter please!!!" No. But that's what he heard. I have bruises on my arms from it. Finally, I told him I know karate, I have mace in my purse, and if he doesn't leave me alone I'll scream “rape”. It worked. Normal guys would think that the date was over, but nah. The date went on for about 2 more hours. We're sitting there talking. He said that I'm exactly what he wants in a woman, and he could see us married. (First date, remember?) He asked me what I thought of him and I said he was nice, and we could maybe be friends but I didn't want a relationship. He said that was fine, but he DID want a relationship. Then continued to ask me what we wanted to do for our next date, something fun or romantic? Because apparently just friends go on romantic dates all the time. 

Well, he dropped me off at home at the end of the night after telling me he can't wait to have a wife who would walk around the house in her underwear all day, how he can't wait to be married, how he wants to marry someone exactly like me. Awkward doorstep scene and close.

The next day I felt so weird and icky over the whole thing, and he was texting me all day, so I finally decided to tell him I thought it was best if we'd see other people. He was very upset over it. Asking why I even went on the date with him in the first place. 

And we haven't talked since, though he does stare at me all during class. 

Best Date – Entry Q

When I was at home for the summer after my freshman year, I went on one of my best dates.  My best guy friend was leaving for college and I wasn't going to be able to see him again until at least Thanksgiving or Christmas, so we decided to go on one last date.  We only planned on it lasting an hour (he had to finish packing and I had stuff to do, as well), just to spend some time together and say good-bye.  However, we ended up spending six hours together.  We ate some delicious treats from my job at a bakery, made homemade salsa, watched our favorite TV show together and talked about it, jumped on his trampoline (and he spotted me as I tried a back flip for the first time), and then stargazed on his driveway.  It was so meaningful to me to just sit and talk and spend time with one of my best friends, even though I know there were a million other things he should've/could've been doing.

SEND ME YOUR STORIES! please.

I love that you are reading this blog. I know that chances are, you have a story or two or a million of your own. Please send them into me! 

Also, I am getting far fewer good date stories. These ones don't have to be elaborate or long. If you have planned or have been on a date that was creative, unique, or just plain memorable, send a description of what you did. 

THANK YOU!

Cultural? and Historical Dating

I didn't want to post post on a Sunday, so here are the posts from yesterday and today. 

Worst Date – Entry 16

I am Asian. While this is most definitely apart of who I am, it is not the only thing that defines me. However, some guys that I have gone out with seemed to think that it is. This guy (name withheld to save his lineage!) saw me at church and asked around about me. My dad was the bishop so naturally it was easy for the cadet to hunt me down. Of course the cadet had my dad's approval to go since he was a commanding officer and assumed all cadets were good enough for his daughter, ug. Knowing that I am Asian, he decided to take me to Red Dragon Palace restaurant. I was fine with the choice until he started to show me how to eat rice from a bowl while scooping the rice up with chop sticks. Soon enough we were finished with dinner and we went to watch a movie. Oh but wait, which movie? Karate Kid. Yes, I am Asian! Thank you for noticing.  The only nice thing about sitting through this movie was no verbal communication for an hour and half!! But the torture did not end yet, he kept trying so hard to lean towards me throughout the whole movie!! My right side of my body was practically embedded in the arm rest! I was dying. I was so happy when it was time to go home!! He wanted more than just a hand shake but I politely bolted inside. My parents anxiously wanted to know how it went but after I started telling them the awkwardness of it, we all had a good laugh. Unfortunately, the next night HE came over uninvited and I wasn't home. Luckily, my mom kept the blinds open so when I noticed my parents were sitting in the living room talking to someone, I was able to see that it was HIM! I wouldn't dare go in so I hung out outside as long as possible until I finally got my mom's attention from the window and begged her not to make me come inside!! She obliged and saved my life.

Worst Date – Entry 15

This date went from strange, to cool, and then to just plain weird. I was going on a triple date with some guys in my ward, and I was told beforehand to dress like a ninja. When I asked why, I was told that it was a surprise. The night of the date came, and my date came and picked me up and took me back to his apartment where the other couples were. We then ate Chinese food, watched Karate Kid, and made origami. I was especially having fun with the origami. I was surprised that the mysterious date was so creative and fun.

After a while, the guys told us all that it was time to move on to the next stage of the date. They informed us that we needed to write hate messages on the origami creations. We were all confused, but once again we were not allowed more information. Everyone began writing. After we were finished, the guys told us that we were now going to deliver the origami around Provo. They took us to a door and when someone would answer, we had to karate chop the person at the door, or do some other ninja kill move and then drop our origami hate note and run away. It was really weird, and I mainly watched for awhile. Finally, after some pestering, I conceded to do one. Whose door did we knock on though? A girl who was in my ward, whom I had just called to visit teach. I hadn’t met her formally yet, so my first encounter with her was me dressed in a ninja outfit, karate chopping her neck, and then dropping an origami hate note in her apartment. I had a little bit of explaining to do when I saw her at church on Sunday. Luckily, she was a good sport about it all.

Best Date – Entry P

One of the first dates my now husband took me on was to the Sundance Film Festival. We had such a fun time all day together. Then we went back to Provo and had delicious Indian food. It was a fulfilling date in every way.

Best Date - O

When I was living in CA, I went with a date to Coloma, a famous historical mining town. We went to the museum there and then afterward went to a quaint Mexican Restaurant. Afterward, we sat beside a river and dangled our feet in the water and chatted.  

Quirky Chemist and Bonfire Birthday

Worst Date – Entry 14

Last year, I was studying in the library and caught this guy staring at me a few times so I tried to ignore him and continue studying for my chem test when suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up, but of course no one was there, so I looked over the other shoulder and it was that guy. He asked, “Hey, what are you doing?” I am really busy and this distraction was a little annoying. Also, I could tell that he must have just had lunch or something because his breath smelled. I told him I was studying Chemistry, to which he offered his assistance.

He introduced himself and I asked, “What are you a Chem major or something?”  He tells me “yeah, I majored in Chemistry.”  I was excited because I needed some serious help and he was friendly if not a little annoying. I asked him if he knew about pi and sigma bonds and he said something like “yeah, I know all about it but I need to get to class so why don’t we meet later. How about you give me your number and we can get together to study.”                 

So that night he calls me and asks when I want to work on chemistry, and I suggest that we get together tomorrow night.  It turns out he lives in the complex right across from mine, so it was more than convenient to just meet at my place. In return for his kind assistance, I offered to make him dinner.

Around 6 o’clock, the door bell rings, my roommate answered the door and called ever so politely, “Katie, the door is for you.”  I go over and here is the guy, in a nice shirt and new jeans, and he has a single red rose.  I thought, “What is this, The Bachelor?” I said, “ Hey there, buddy, come on in,” and he gave me the rose. I was thinking crap, he likes me.

I told him I still had to cook some vegetables and he could wait in the living room.  Of course, he followed me into the kitchen and stands right behind me.  He whispers into my ear, with the same breath he had at lunch, “What are they doing here?”  “You mean my roommates, they live here,” I said out loud. He asked me where we were going to study, and I told him that my roommates were leaving to do their own thing.  Okay, so dinner was pleasant, but as soon as my roomates leave he blurts, “I thought they were going to stay here the whole time!”  I thought it was kind of weird but asked if he was ready to study.

 He raised his eye brows and exclaimed, “oh yeah.” (That was a bad sign!) He proceeded to move across the couch, quite quickly and super close to me, like in-my-face-close.  I looked over at him and said something like “Hey! Scoot over!” Before I could get a word out he kissed me!  I yelped and tried to move away but I was pinned between the couch and him.  I  shrieked, “GROSS!” and pushed him away.  He asked, “What? I thought you liked me?”            

 I said, “yeah, not like that though, this is a study session. I have a test tomorrow!”

 He asked unbelievingly, “What do you mean? What was all that talk in the library about us having chemistry, and you flirting and saying we were going to ‘bond’.”

 I exclaimed, “You’re crazy!  I never said that!” At that point his face revealed that it was dawning on him that I really wanted help with chemistry.  I asked him, “Do you even know chemistry?”

 He said, “No, I’m a social science major. I thought you were flirting.”

 I replied, “No, I really have test.”  Then get this, he said, “So does this mean we are not going to make out?”

 “Yes, that is what it means.”

 Then he says, well do you want to go out this weekend.” 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I do not, I just want to study for my for my class!” I had already missed office hours! I thought he would get up and leave but he just sat there. 

Then he turns to me, I guess this is what he had been thinking about, and asks, “That roommate, the blond one, can I get her number? Tell her I said she's hot.” I said, "Okay, I'll be sure to tell her." He thanked me and then left. I told her ALL about him!!!  In his mind it was probably the worst date ever, but maybe not, he was quite dense.  And I got a C on the test! Ugh.  

Best Date – Entry N

I was dating this girl and for my birthday she planned a special date for me. Because she knows my favorite type of food is Mexican, she went the day before to pick out a Mexican restaurant with the best ambience in Provo to take me to dinner.  Then, the night of the date we went to dinner and afterwards she gave me her gift with a thoughtful card and a rad watch. Next, she gave me the choice of activities she thought I might like to do and we chose to go bowling at Miracle where love miracles took place. Then we stopped by Starbucks for peppermint hot chocolate on our way up Provo Canyon where she surprised me with a romantic bonfire for two. She had brought s’mores and we spent the remainder of the evening lost in conversation.