Write about YOUR worst date EVER in the Comment Section below, and the Author of "Almost Royalty" by Courtney Hamilton, is giving away these prizes to:
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Contest runs until June 16th, 2014!
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Courtney Hamilton’s Worst Date Story:
I went to a party and met this guy—he was 31-32—I was 17. The guy called me and asked me to come to dinner at his "new house" and—could I bring a friend? I begged my roommate to come with me and told her that it was going to be a fun, sophisticated evening with "older guys" and a "special meal" in their brand "new house.” We had to drive over an hour and a half to get to there. When we got to the address, there wasn't a house there—it was just the wooden frame of house, just the skeleton, on a cement foundation—this was the "new house.” I walked around the back and the guy and his friend were sitting around a cement fire pit with a six-pack of beer. The guy said, "You thought we were going to make dinner or something?" My roommate and I left in about 90 seconds. I don't think she ever forgave me.
My (Laurie's) Worst Date Ever
I was 19 years old and working in an office at my first professional job, and loving it. Tom, a co-worker of mine, (not his real name, but for privacy purposes I will use that name) came over to my desk and told me he had had one heck of a week. He had just graduated law school and was studying to take the bar exam while working full time in our insurance office. I had heard him earlier that day state he needed a break from everything because he was getting burned out.
Later that day, he proceeded to ask if ask me if "I" was interested in going out with him for drinks after work to unwind a little before he went back home to hit the books again. He said he felt he needed a break, and that would be the perfect thing to do, if I would go with him. He said his favorite bar was in Canada. I answered him and said, "Sure thing! I'd LOVE to go!" I was thinking this was going to be super fun because he also had a yellow convertible corvette, too! You see, I don't know if this is still the case or not, but back in the mid to late 80's, the drinking age in Canada was 19, so I would be able to go and have a 'real' drink with him. He was rather handsome, too! I was dating someone, but he didn't have to know, right? Besides, this guy is just a co-worker, and it's my young life anyway, nor was it like I was engaged to the guy I was dating. I was going!
The day ended, I freshened up down the hall in the work bathrooms making sure my hair and makeup looked nice, and proceeded to meet Tom in the lobby. On my way there, I could see him through the vestibule sitting in the driver's seat of the yellow convertible corvette parked, with the top down just waiting on me! I was excited! Woo! This was way cool! Soon we were on our way! We flew down the freeway, into Detroit, and crossed over on the Ambassador Bridge to Canada! I had been to Canada several times before, but where I live, The Blue Water Bridge is closer, and I was much more familiar with the bars in Sarnia rather than where we were going. I felt a little uneasy, but with the looks of Tom I could get over it, especially being in this car! It felt like we got there too fast! Darn! I would have loved to enjoy that convertible ride a little longer.
We started to walk into the bar and it seemed different. I couldn't put my finger on it until I noticed where were all the women? It was all men. Oh, wait, there are two wo . . . wait, oh no! They are dressed up in drag! Tom was pulling me by the hand to go sit down somewhere. The almost naked waiter came to our table and got our drink orders.
"So why is this your favorite bar?" I asked him.
"Yeah, it is." he said, looking around. He must not have heard my complete question, although the music was pumping pretty loud. I looked down on the dance floor and I started to figure something out.
"Is this a gay bar, Tom?"
"I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't hear you?" he answered back.
"I said is this a (the music stopped and there was dead silence) gay bar?" and as soon as those last two words came screaming out of my mouth, everyone inside looked over at me! I inched down in my seat, but there was nowhere to go because it was a wire chair. I was dying! I couldn't even breathe, I was so embarrassed! OMG! I can't believe that just happened! I pinched myself to see if this was real, and I said "Ow!"
Tom said, "What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?"
I answered "No! Just my pride and about 3 frogs worth!" He was laughing at 'me'! People carried on and forgot what I said that quick. Next thing I know, not the waiter, but a different man came up to and started to do a lap dance for ME! OMG! Let me think about this! Tom ordered a lap dance for me? I'm still closer to being a child than an adult! This cannot be happening! It was. He was singing an elvis song. Something about 'The Moon?' OMG! The moon is his a x x ! No! Yes!
Tom was in hysterics laughing at me! He was enjoying this man, too, and my reaction!
After the dance was done, (thankfully songs have endings) I nonchalantly asked Tom why he felt the need to go to such great lengths to show me he is gay. He could have just told me. He said, "I love the shock value on people's faces when they find out this way."
I said, "That's not a very nice way to do it. It definitely puts the other person in a very uncomfortable position! You are disregarding my feelings about being shocked. Hey, I'm all for however you decide to live your life, but soften the blow a little!"
I don't think Tom heard a word I said. He was in his stomping grounds having a ball and talking to a few friends by this time.
"Hey, see that guy over there? He looks just like Dean Martin. He even goes by Dean!" Tom's cracking up! He goes on, "I love Dean Martin. Hey, after here if you want to go back to my place, I'll show you my collection of Dean Martin things."
"No, thanks. I need to get back home anyway. I wasn't planning to go out in the first place. I just thought I would hang out with you for a while then go home and do my Friday night thing." Really, I just wanted to go home. I had enough shock value for one night! This was the worse date of my life. Not that Tom was gay (and it IS always the hot guys who seem to be gay!), but the shock he just put me through, ugh! I never had a lap dance in my LIFE! The worst part was the joke was on me!
Needless to say, we left soon after. That was the last time I went on a date with a hot looking guy in a classic convertible corvette with a guy who loves Dean Martin! You never would have known Tom was gay at work, although he did have a poster of Dean Martin on his wall! Hmmm?
I guess you could say I felt like this photo:
Or maybe it was better than feeling like this because when I'm around anyone who thinks their phone is more important than I am at the time, I just feel like slapping it out of their hands, and if I were her, I would have! She probably did! LOL! How RUDE!
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