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But you both did a fantastic job, and found a really entertaining and creative way to present what can otherwise be something that's too self-indulgent/unfunny.*
I won't name any names on the latter, but we left after Sarah & Alison, so anyone who went probably has a good idea which storyteller I'm talking about.
* I mean "unfunny" as trying and failing to be funny.
And ohhh bad dating stories. I have at least three times as many as I told onstage. CC is right on the money that I'm just attracted to weird enthusiasts of all stripes and am up for any adventure that sounds like a bad idea, so I very cheerfully wind up in objectively terrible situations.
I think the story I like best is about my high school boyfriend. He is now vegan, bisexual, married, living in Oklahoma, and posts a lot of sci-fi poetry on Facebook, but when we broke up, he made me a mix CD of songs I had ruined for him. And every single song was off the Final Fantasy soundtracks.
Anyone else want to share, please?
After an hour and a half of putting up a dating front over an awkward dinner, it was fun for a few panicked minutes to ask myself, "how would (shall) a super cool guy go about reacting to this fact?" Neither of us had a cell phone, so we really were just sort of standing around wondering what to do.
The answer I came up with was to (painfully) play it all off as some funny thing, which really (further) weirded out my date.... until we discovered that I had actually parked my car several blocks away.
Btw, my whip looked like a shittier version of this: http://bit.ly/xtNKm9
No second date for some reason.
(Remind me IRL and I'll tell you the less g-rated ones.)
After I discovered I had been cheated on by an ex, I refused to talk to her or have any contact for 6 months, until I finally relented and agreed to go on a walk with her so she could apologize.
During the walk she kept trying to touch me casually, and I told her to knock it off. When the conversation was over, she tried to hug me, and I backed away. She kept coming for me, arms outstretched like Frankenstein, over about a 30-40 square foot area, for what must have been a two-solid-minute-long battle of wills.
I sincerely hope this sad/ridiculous dance was noted by the neighbors in the many surrounding suburban homes.
Anyway, the last date, we were at a concert. I was really into it, she wasn't. She went to go, so I was a bit like, well... bye! I stayed for the rest of the show.
So that's my worst story. Lackluster!