What's the best, and worst, first date you've had?

strobe

I thought this might make an informative and fun thread. So here I am, posting this thread.

What's the best, and the worst, first date you've been on gentlemen?

(I'm on the phone in a car {passenger} so will post my own contribution later).

Gongoozler

I'm not a gentleman but I'm shoving my story in here regardless....

I met a guy through online dating, met out for drinks. he asked me did he look like he did in his pictures. I, being the honest eejit that I am, answered that no he didn't really which led him to ask did I still think he was good looking, to which I answered no not really.

And that's not even the worst part. You'd think that he might just make his excuses and leave, but no he insisted on knowing exactly how did he look that different, and how much less did I like him. Was there no way I could like him etc. It was painful.

And then, he started getting really really angry with me, saying that he had come all the way from such a place and that he shouldn't have wasted his time. That it was something he was really looking forward to. I ended up crying because of the stuff he was saying to me and blaming me for. Then I left.

Moral of the story... Don't let yourself or someone else get too involved before you even meet!

Best first date, haven't really been on many tbh. My best would probably be the one with my current boyfriend. I had been pm'ing him for about a month, and we decided to meet up. So I suppose it wasn't technically a date. But we played some pool, had some drinks, I think we got some pizza, and some more drinks. We were out for hours. He walked me home, and pretended to need to use to loo and kissed me in the hallway. It was a really nice evening and very fun. Though I apparently told him some rather personal stuff but he wasn't put off. And still together nearly 3 years later.

jezzer

Gongoozler wrote: »

I'm not a gentleman but I'm shoving my story in here regardless....

I met a guy through online dating, met out for drinks. he asked me did he look like he did in his pictures. I, being the honest eejit that I am, answered that no he didn't really which led him to ask did I still think he was good looking, to which I answered no not really.

And that's not even the worst part. You'd think that he might just make his excuses and leave, but no he insisted on knowing exactly how did he look that different, and how much less did I like him. Was there no way I could like him etc. It was painful.

And then, he started getting really really angry with me, saying that he had come all the way from such a place and that he shouldn't have wasted his time. That it was something he was really looking forward to. I ended up crying because of the stuff he was saying to me and blaming me for. Then I left.

Moral of the story... Don't let yourself or someone else get too involved before you even meet!

Best first date, haven't really been on many tbh. My best would probably be the one with my current boyfriend. I had been pm'ing him for about a month, and we decided to meet up. So I suppose it wasn't technically a date. But we played some pool, had some drinks, I think we got some pizza, and some more drinks. We were out for hours. He walked me home, and pretended to need to use to loo and kissed me in the hallway. It was a really nice evening and very fun. Though I apparently told him some rather personal stuff but he wasn't put off. And still together nearly 3 years later.

thats nice, what personal stuff did you tell him? you always need to be careful there

realdanbreen

jezzer wrote: »

thats nice, what personal stuff did you tell him? you always need to be careful there

That you used to be a man?

mountsky

Gongoozler wrote: »

I'm not a gentleman but I'm shoving my story in here regardless....

I met a guy through online dating, met out for drinks. he asked me did he look like he did in his pictures. I, being the honest eejit that I am, answered that no he didn't really which led him to ask did I still think he was good looking, to which I answered no not really.

And that's not even the worst part. You'd think that he might just make his excuses and leave, but no he insisted on knowing exactly how did he look that different, and how much less did I like him. Was there no way I could like him etc. It was painful.

And then, he started getting really really angry with me, saying that he had come all the way from such a place and that he shouldn't have wasted his time. That it was something he was really looking forward to. I ended up crying because of the stuff he was saying to me and blaming me for. Then I left.

Moral of the story... Don't let yourself or someone else get too involved before you even meet!

Best first date, haven't really been on many tbh. My best would probably be the one with my current boyfriend. I had been pm'ing him for about a month, and we decided to meet up. So I suppose it wasn't technically a date. But we played some pool, had some drinks, I think we got some pizza, and some more drinks. We were out for hours. He walked me home, and pretended to need to use to loo and kissed me in the hallway. It was a really nice evening and very fun. Though I apparently told him some rather personal stuff but he wasn't put off. And still together nearly 3 years later.

A nice happy ending,I had an online date once&it was undoubtedly the date from hell!I wrapped up the evening nicely&made my excuses and left nothing ventured,nothing gained!

paulmclaughlin

jezzer wrote: »

what personal stuff did you tell him?

You need to get her drunk first...

Crooked Jack

Do we really do dating in Ireland. I've never been on a date at home, at least not in the American sense of the word.
Been on one since moving to Canada and it was fu(kin awful. It was like an interview for a job I realised half way through that I really didnt want. To make matters worse she wanted to meet in a coffee shop, which are just the worst places on earth. Generally full of all manner of pretentious **** and on top of that I dont actually drink coffee, so she ordered her mocha-fucka-frappa-bambichino while I sat there with my wee bottle of juice, the only other bastardin' thing they sold, looking like some child she was baby sitting.
Please tell me this type of dating isnt becoming a thing in Ireland, whatever happened to getting hammered, waking up beside somebody and if they're not horrific asking them did they want to get some breakfast. None of this meeting for coffee sh!te.

Mister Vain

Crooked Jack wrote: »

Do we really do dating in Ireland. I've never been on a date at home, at least not in the American sense of the word.
Been on one since moving to Canada and it was fu(kin awful. It was like an interview for a job I realised half way through that I really didnt want. To make matters worse she wanted to meet in a coffee shop, which are just the worst places on earth. Generally full of all manner of pretentious **** and on top of that I dont actually drink coffee, so she ordered her mocha-fucka-frappa-bambichino while I sat there with my wee bottle of juice, the only other bastardin' thing they sold, looking like some child she was baby sitting.
Please tell me this type of dating isnt becoming a thing in Ireland, whatever happened to getting hammered, waking up beside somebody and if they're not horrific asking them did they want to get some breakfast. None of this meeting for coffee sh!te.

That made me laugh.

Yeah I think I've only ever been on one proper date so I guess it was both the best and worst. A few years ago I met a Polish girl in work and we decided to meet up for a drink in town. I was waiting rather nervously outside the pub when I noticed my jeans were loose, so I went to tighten my belt when the fecking thing snapped - cheap ass belt. Anyway just at that moment she came up behind me out of nowhere and said hello.

I turned around to meet her still holding one half of the belt in my hand and we exchanged an awkward kiss on the cheek and went into the pub. I ordered a couple of drinks and we sat down. There was a fish tank behind where we were sitting and I turned around and said "Ohh they're nice fish aren't they? Are they tropical? Yeah yeah very nice" I spent about 20 minutes just talking about fish. I was so nervous I was talking gibberish.

To make matters worse, she had very little English and had to keep referring to her dictionary whenever she wanted to say something to me. Christ talk about awkward. It wasn't long before she leaned in for the shift though and everything was grand after that. I ended up seeing her for a few months.

starlit

I'm a girl but I've never had a really bad/worst one but ones spring to mind. Guy talks about the 'ex', either he was late, stood me up or got someone to ring him during the course of the date its understandable if I didn't click with said person and others was just platonic and didn't lead to anything or any more contact. I've really only had maybe three successful first dates with three different guys and only two lead to another date. It was mostly through friends, nights out or in college i'd met them so was fairly public otherwise OD which has been good and bad experience for me. Never works out. So keep those things quiet as possible. So I've not had much luck on the dating front, I'm trying not to be fussy and be open minded but doesn't seem to matter my approach on the dating front whether go with flow, keep open mind or be fussy the dating scene for me is like a broken record.

Gongoozler

jezzer wrote: »

thats nice, what personal stuff did you tell him? you always need to be careful there

Just something that I had done, and wasn't too proud of. The type of thing that would quite easily put someone off!

Mister Vain

Sometimes I wonder which is worse: the Irish method of getting pished and falling into someone and hoping it all works out, or the American/Canadian formal interview type dating where you meet up in pretentious coffee shops and drink shyte coffee as Crooked Jack so eloquently put it.

starlit

You can meet people and go out with them and have a date sober...this business of meeting on nights out is slowly dying out I think OD is bit easier to meet people...? Maybe its just me being in my late 20's that its easier for younger wans to meet on nights out. Nights out + OD increases your chances of meeting someone + working/college helps too.

Galwayguy35

The worst one, don't know if could be classed as a date because I drove up to Dublin after mailing and chatting to someone on the phone for a few weeks.


When I got there she never showed up, would have been nice to have been told she changed her mind before leaving Galway.

There was a lot of effin and blindin as I made my way back on the M6.

Mister Vain

doovdela wrote: »

You can meet people and go out with them and have a date sober...this business of meeting on nights out is dying out I think with the only OD is bit easier to meet people...?

Well yeah I suppose, and also social media has ruined the nightlife as nightclubs have become nothing more than glorified photo studios where people stand around looking good for facebook photos. I haven't had much luck with OD myself.

strobe

Crooked Jack wrote: »

Please tell me this type of dating isnt becoming a thing in Ireland, whatever happened to getting hammered, waking up beside somebody and if they're not horrific asking them did they want to get some breakfast. None of this meeting for coffee sh!te.

Mister Vain wrote: »

Sometimes I wonder which is worse: the Irish method of getting pished and falling into someone and hoping it all works out, or the American/Canadian formal interview type dating where you meet up in pretentious coffee shops and drink shyte coffee as Crooked Jack so eloquently put it.

For the purpose of the thread the word 'date' in the thread title encompasses any 'meeting and spending time with in the hope of ****ing and potentially more' scenario. So the traditional Irish is covered.

Crooked Jack

strobe wrote: »

For the purpose of the thread the word 'date' in the thread title encompasses any 'meeting and spending time with in the hope of ****ing and potentially more' scenario. So the traditional Irish is covered.

Grand so. Well, in that case the worst was the canadian one I mentioned. The best was the night I met my last girlfriend. The pair of us were pished at a house party and we got chatting. Blathered away with each other til about 4 in the morning. Back to mine to plough the fleshy furrow for a while. Woke up the next morning to realise it wasnt just the drink, she actually was gorgeous and funny. Went out with her for the next, pfft, i dunno, six years or so.

So as you can imagine, Im naturally drawn to the Irish style

Mister Vain

Crooked Jack wrote: »

Grand so. Well, in that case the worst was the canadian one I mentioned. The best was the night I met my last girlfriend. The pair of us were pished at a house party and we got chatting. Blathered away with each other til about 4 in the morning. Back to mine to plough the fleshy furrow for a while. Woke up the next morning to realise it wasnt just the drink, she actually was gorgeous and funny. Went out with her for the next, pfft, i dunno, six years or so.

So as you can imagine, Im naturally drawn to the Irish style

It's always a bonus when that happens.

I dunno, I mean in some ways the Irish style as you put it feels more natural yet it can be limited. I spent a lot of time in the U.S/Canada and while I wasn't crazy about the actual interview style of dating, I did find it easier to meet women in general. I was in Canada all of 3 days when a girl approached me in a clothes shop and started talking to me and asked for my phone number. That's not something that happens too often in Ireland. I suppose people are just used to doing things a certain way in their own country. I for one was quite taken aback at how forward they were in Canada.

Crooked Jack

Mister Vain wrote: »

It's always a bonus when that happens.

I dunno, I mean in some ways the Irish style as you put it feels more natural yet it can be limited. I spent a lot of time in the U.S/Canada and while I wasn't crazy about the actual interview style of dating, I did find it easier to meet women in general. I was in Canada all of 3 days when a girl approached me in a clothes shop and started talking to me and asked for my phone number. That's not something that happens too often in Ireland. I suppose people are just used to doing things a certain way in their own country. I for one was quite taken aback at how forward they were in Canada.

Jaysus I must be a quare lookin' yoke, been here a year (today) and nothing like that has happened me. Good on ya.

Mister Vain

Crooked Jack wrote: »

Jaysus I must be a quare lookin' yoke, been here a year (today) and nothing like that has happened me. Good on ya.

Ha what part are you in? I was in Toronto myself. Fierce friendly burds there.

Crooked Jack

Mister Vain wrote: »

Ha what part are you in? I was in Toronto myself. Fierce friendly burds there.

Vancouver. Not sure how they compare as I havent been anywhere else.

Wibbs

I've had a few. Not the "oh this seemed like a good idea at the time, but isn't quite working" ones. That happens to us all. I mean the real bunny boilers. It may sound like a cliche but I had the worst of those in my 30's when the women were the same age. The "I've had my fun, now I'm looking for a husband/baby daddy" types. They're not as common as some paranoid men seem to think, but they do exist. I had one on our first date a few wee ales in start talking about kids and what she thought were good names for same. Way to anti viagra luv. Another on the second date was going on about life goals and that she was ready to settle down(IE stop riding bad boys every weekend) and I was in her final three possibilities. Eh... no. Another went on about how her wedding should be. Hers of course not ours. But equally "GTFO" in response. To be fair they were the minority.

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

My best 'worst date' was with a guy I met out like two days after getting my heart broken. We arranged this date after getting on so well that night, went off to the cinema, he's feeling me up and I'm thinking oh God this isn't what I want at all. After the cinema he tried lob the gob and I was blabbering on and on and on how I wasn't ready to go there, and he was wearing the exact same cologne as the guy that I was hung up on wore. That put a stop to our "dates" sober anyway, but we are still actually really close friends and anytime we did meet up after that we were always drunk

strobe

Well I said I'd post back when I was able so I guess I better lest I sully my good name.

Worst one was probably (although there's a couple of contenders) a girl I met while she was down on all fours rooting around in wet grass in a field in a housing estate I'd cut through on my way home one evening. Turns out she'd somehow lost an ear ring and I stopped to help. Managed to help her find it with the trusty light on the top of my crappy phone and we got talking, struck up a bit of a rapport and arranged to go for drinks the night after. Me being the die hard romantic I was at the time, after walking her back to hers, headed off home thinking what a sweet story of how you met your GF that'd be if things worked out.

Things were going pretty good initially, joking and laughing away, being a little bit flirty, had a couple of drinks (well, I had two ciders and she had five vodka and lime cordials), and then I made the mistake of saying something along the lines of "so how come you're single, can't be from lack of offers" or something equally as stupid and unimaginative. She then told me how she'd broken up with her boyfriend of 5 years the week previous. As the vodka and limes flowed, so did the never ending commentary, in excruciating detail, on how "the fvcking useless prick" had wasted 5 years of her life. In the beginning I tried honestly to be understanding, five year relationship ending the previous week? You're bound to be a bit shaken up. I tried to offer some words of sympathy and change the subject. I tried making a joke or two to lighten the mood, I tried a lot of things but I just wanted to be out of there tbh. Eventually the conversation had moved unrelentingly towards her quizzing me teary eyed as to why all men were such bastards that just wanted to use women ("not you, of course not you Strobe, I can tell you're not like that, all the rest of them!")

So finally I just tried as gently as possible (as even after all that I did feel sorry for her, and to be honest wanted to avoid a meltdown) to suggest she should probably take a bit of time to let the dust settle on the break up, and recover from it, but it was nice meeting you and I think I'm going to call it a night and started to put on my jacket and get myself together. So she lets out a roar, just as there was a break in the music between songs, of "So you ARE like all the fvcking rest of them!", and the pub turns to stare over. I just spun on my heels and made a bee line for the door. I hear from behind me "Don't fvking walk away from me you coward!" and a crash. I turned on the way out to see her on the floor having apparently tripped or slipped on something in her haste to chase me down and confront me to make me answer for the crimes of men everywhere.

She seemed like such a sweet girl.

dinorebel

strobe wrote: »

Well I said I'd post back when I was able so I guess I better lest I sully my good name.

Worst one was probably (although there's a couple of contenders) a girl I met while she was down on all fours rooting around in wet grass in a field in a housing estate I'd cut through on my way home one evening. Turns out she'd somehow lost an ear ring and I stopped to help. Managed to help her find it with the trusty light on the top of my crappy phone and we got talking, struck up a bit of a rapport and arranged to go for drinks the night after. Me being the die hard romantic I was at the time, after walking her back to hers, headed off home thinking what a sweet story of how you met your GF that'd be if things worked out.

Things were going pretty good initially, joking and laughing away, being a little bit flirty, had a couple of drinks (well, I had two ciders and she had five vodka and lime cordials), and then I made the mistake of saying something along the lines of "so how come you're single, can't be from lack of offers" or something equally as stupid and unimaginative. She then told me how she'd broken up with her boyfriend of 5 years the week previous. As the vodka and limes flowed, so did the never ending commentary, in excruciating detail, on how "the fvcking useless prick" had wasted 5 years of her life. In the beginning I tried honestly to be understanding, five year relationship ending the previous week? You're bound to be a bit shaken up. I tried to offer some words of sympathy and change the subject. I tried making a joke or two to lighten the mood, I tried a lot of things but I just wanted to be out of there tbh. Eventually the conversation had moved unrelentingly towards her quizzing me teary eyed as to why all men were such bastards that just wanted to use women ("not you, of course not you Strobe, I can tell you're not like that, all the rest of them!")

So finally I just tried as gently as possible (as even after all that I did feel sorry for her, and to be honest wanted to avoid a meltdown) to suggest she should probably take a bit of time to let the dust settle on the break up, and recover from it, but it was nice meeting you and I think I'm going to call it a night and started to put on my jacket and get myself together. So she lets out a roar, just as there was a break in the music between songs, of "So you ARE like all the fvcking rest of them!", and the pub turns to stare over. I just spun on my heels and made a bee line for the door. I hear from behind me "Don't fvking walk away from me you coward!" and a crash. I turned on the way out to see her on the floor having apparently tripped or slipped on something in her haste to chase me down and confront me to make me answer for the crimes of men everywhere.

She seemed like such a sweet girl.

She may of told you she was looking for an earring but by the sound of her it was magic mushrooms she was rooting for.

cletus van damme

met a girl once for a date.
met her at bruxelles in dublin, she was stunning looking , little too much make up but really pretty and lovely figure.
few pints all good , seem to be getting along well.
says to me that she lied about her age she was really 36 she'd said she was 31 (I was 31 at the time) ...no bother says me - good stuff she says I like younger fellas so thats why i lied.
ok.

few more pints.
then she want to go to Lillies - I've never been but i was wary as I assumed it was a haunt for wannabes hoping to get in the sunday indo. or girls that like dates to buy them champagne. Pretty judgemental I know but I'd never been. And I need a ride , if I was honest.
Went to lillies - was ****e , she admits this so we move to the porterhouse around corner.

First pint in porterhouse she says to me "I want to be honest , you're not really my type probably not too interested in seeing you again".
ok says me - i appreciate the honesty
no reason to break up the night she says - we can still have a good night on the town. weird but not the worst idea I thought , didn't have any other options that night.

few more drinks and she is dragging me up on the floor to dance.
Then pins me against the wall and lobs the gob on me and then says "I'm gonna fcuk you so hard back in mine!"

naturally I was confused and reminded her of what she said earlier - yeah that's true this will be a once off but I really want to fuvk you.

Now I'm confused and drunk. so i say ok.

I don't really want to go home with her but she is stunning and apart from her weirdness not the worst company plus I'm single and unsure where my next ride is coming from.

anyway I say nothing.
She goes off to the jacks and I'm at the bar waiting.
waiting
waiting

finally after about 10 mins which felt like 20. I decide she has legged it , she doesn't answer her phone. fuvk that !
so i legged it , went to coppers

about 1 hour later I get this call with her raging that I legged it and left her on her tod. real abusive stuff.
Well fcuk that I said if it took you an hour in the jacks I couldn't be arsed with you.
She abused me a bit more and i hung up.

I had a great night in coppers although it was pretty blurred and I missed the nitelink so the taxi was expensive.

guess it isn't that bad compared to other peoples.

krustydoyle

cletus van damme wrote: »

met a girl once for a date.
met her at bruxelles in dublin, she was stunning looking , little too much make up but really pretty and lovely figure.
few pints all good , seem to be getting along well.
says to me that she lied about her age she was really 36 she'd said she was 31 (I was 31 at the time) ...no bother says me - good stuff she says I like younger fellas so thats why i lied.
ok.

few more pints.
then she want to go to Lillies - I've never been but i was wary as I assumed it was a haunt for wannabes hoping to get in the sunday indo. or girls that like dates to buy them champagne. Pretty judgemental I know but I'd never been. And I need a ride , if I was honest.
Went to lillies - was ****e , she admits this so we move to the porterhouse around corner.

First pint in porterhouse she says to me "I want to be honest , you're not really my type probably not too interested in seeing you again".
ok says me - i appreciate the honesty
no reason to break up the night she says - we can still have a good night on the town. weird but not the worst idea I thought , didn't have any other options that night.

few more drinks and she is dragging me up on the floor to dance.
Then pins me against the wall and lobs the gob on me and then says "I'm gonna fcuk you so hard back in mine!"

naturally I was confused and reminded her of what she said earlier - yeah that's true this will be a once off but I really want to fuvk you.

Now I'm confused and drunk. so i say ok.

I don't really want to go home with her but she is stunning and apart from her weirdness not the worst company plus I'm single and unsure where my next ride is coming from.

anyway I say nothing.
She goes off to the jacks and I'm at the bar waiting.
waiting
waiting

finally after about 10 mins which felt like 20. I decide she has legged it , she doesn't answer her phone. fuvk that !
so i legged it , went to coppers

about 1 hour later I get this call with her raging that I legged it and left her on her tod. real abusive stuff.
Well fcuk that I said if it took you an hour in the jacks I couldn't be arsed with you.
She abused me a bit more and i hung up.

I had a great night in coppers although it was pretty blurred and I missed the nitelink so the taxi was expensive.

guess it isn't that bad compared to other peoples.

Never ever... ever walk away man..
But good story nonetheless

Corvo

Some of the stories here have made me seriously laugh out loud in the office, especially Crooked Jack's.

Well one of mine isn't that bad at the start, but gets worse as we see each other.

I met a girl through a mutual friend, who happened to be dating the sister. Anyway, we are having a few pints in the local and I say "Christ, your sister looks well" and she agrees to pass on my number and see where we go. We get chatting via text etc. and she seems nice but very eccentric, which is something I kind of like in the opposite sex so I'm all for it. She advises me that she loves horror movies (I happen to despise them and can't handle them at all) but we agree that our first date will be to the cinema, which in itself is horrific as anyone who dates regularly will tell you.

I pick her up at the house and she is stunning looking, very stylish and great figure. I have already told the taxi man it is a date and he gives it loads, bigging me up. We arrive at the cinema and we head into "Insidious 2" - cue two hours (or what felt like a lifetime) of me jumping around the place having various close call heart attacks while she giggles her head off.

We head to the pub afterwards and we have a great time.

So all good you say? Yeah, so I thought too.

Met her at a house party a few weeks later after more texting/Snapchatting. As house parties tend to do, it devolved into a chaos of bodies sleeping all over but I'm lucky enough to blag a bed. In she pops with me and we are about to do the deed when she lets out this fooking wail. Now I'm not talking about crying, I'm talking Banshee Bones style stuff. Like I was stabbing her to death. We haven't as much as removed our clothes and she says "But I just love you".

You have never seen a man run as quick as I did that night...

....back to the house party to drink more cans.

What a nut.