The Stir: He texted "I miss you!" when I went to the bathroom. It was our first date.

Awful First Dates: It was my first date ever, so I was really nervous. When the guy and I met up at the movies, he acted clearly uninterested in

me, which was okay because I felt the same way. So I was looking forward to getting the date over with and never speaking to him again. Then about halfway

through the movie, I received a text from him asking, “Will you give me a blowjob in the men’s bathroom?” I told him I wouldn’t be doing anything of the

sort and we never spoke again.

A Bad Case Of The Dates: When Brett and I were done with our pretty good first date he walked me to the lot where I parked my car,

we hugged goodnight, and I stepped inside to drive home.

He then banged on my passenger window as if he wanted to tell me something. I rolled down the window

and he said, "I had a great time! I hope I can see you again." I replied that I had a nice time too and that he should reach out to

me if he wanted to hang out again. 

I rolled up the window, turned the car on, and prepared to leave the parking space when he banged on the window again. This

time when Iturned, his junk was pressed up against it. I screamed, honked my horn a few times, he jumped away, and I sped off as fast as the wheels could

take me.

And he actually wrote me to ask me out again! Of course that didn't happen. 

Self: "I was at dinner with a man I met online when he had one of those terrible choking fits that won't stop. I gave him water, offered him

napkins, and kept asking him if he was OK. I wanted to make sure he didn't need the Heimlich! At this point, if I were him, I would have already

been in the restroom. But he was still sitting there choking, and he actually started spitting food up onto both of our plates. He finally stopped and drank some water,

then he just started to eat again! He explained the choking by saying he'd eaten part of his napkin. How does that happen? I was horrified. I powered through dinner,

and when we walked out, he tried to kiss me. I dry-heaved all the way home."

Huffington Post: “He kept looking around the restaurant instead of at me while we were on our first date. Finally I asked what he was looking at. He said,

confidently I might add, ‘look at the tits on that one!’ and proceeded to point out all the ‘sexy bitches’ around. Suffice it to say, I left pretty quickly after

that.”

Huffington Post: “I went on a date with a guy who seemed totally normal, and together for the first half of the date, but then he started talking about

these flowers that he grew, and how the flowers told him secrets, and expanded his mind, and made him whole. Took me a minute to realize he was saying that

he grew pot, and consumed massive quantities of it every day. And it was apparently his whole life. Then he ‘forgot’ his wallet when the check came. Yeah, that was

enough.”

Bored Panda: He took me to a frog jump festival. We had to leave early because his WIFE showed up and she has a restraining order on him. #WORSTFIRSTDATE

Bored Panda: He said: "From your photo I thought you were too good for me. I'm glad to see you've got flaws." Then he listed them.

People: I went to go pick a guy up, and he and his friend were shooting up heroin in his living room. Then he got mad at me for

being ‘closed-minded.'” “I went to go pick a guy up, and he and his friend were shooting up heroin in his living room. Then he got mad at me for

being ‘closed-minded.'

Thought Catalog: He kept looking over his shoulder before he spoke. Turns out his mother and brother were writing on a white board [on] a table over to speak

to me...

Mom Babble: I once met a guy on a dating site and after talking on the phone for a month or so, we decided to make it official and

go on a real date at a nice restaurant. Immediately, the red flags went off when I noticed he was still dressed in work clothes. His day job? Farmer. That’s

all well and good, but we are talking a dinner date! Not only did he look like poo — he smelled liked it! It only went downhill from there, including

a trip to Walmart for nails and an attempt at a good night kiss which I dodged like a boxer. Weeks later, my jacket had yet to lose that newly-acquired

cattle scent.

Cosmo: He told me he was going to take me to a romantic dinner but got totally wasted beforehand. Before we even stepped foot in the restaurant, he demanded I drive him

back to my place. I wound up all dressed up, sitting on my couch, eating cereal while my date snoozed away in my bed. Hot.