Women Share Details on Their Worst Dates Ever

Women Share Details on Their Worst Dates Ever

And they are worse than you think.

Published March 14, 2017

Having a hard time with dating? Wel, just remember that it could always be worse! Read these real life accounts of the terrible dates these women suffered through.

Several years ago, I agreed to go on what would've gone down as a flawless date and certainly would have led to a second date. This dude — he was a Marine if I remember correctly — invited me out for a full, well-planned afternoon that included the shooting range, lunch and a movie. The first two chapters of the date went off smoothly. He was funny and the conversation flowed pretty well both at the range and over lunch. Then we got to the theater. He answered a phone call during the movie and proceeded to talk for a solid 20 minutes. First, I gave him the “you cannot be serious” face, followed by the direct ask for him to end the call. That escalated to me asking, “Do we need to leave?” But he refused to get off the phone. I ignored his calls after that.
— Naomi Shelton, 37

I went on my first OKCupid date with a big, muscular, ex-military Black dude in his late 30s the same week that Philandro Castile and Alton Sterling were killed by police. He told me, a Black woman, that with the exception of Castile, each of the other deaths of Black men and women at the hands of police were justified. When I expressed my complete disbelief and disgust with his comments, he began to make fun of me for being “au naturale,” insulting my locs and general low-key, natural appearance. He then went on to say, “I also bet you’re one of those women who thinks it’s never OK to hit a woman.” WHET, sir?! Keep in mind, this guy is 6-foot-6, easily 275 pounds. He explained that if a woman puts his hands on him, he’s not above doing the same. To add insult to injury, when I requested the check, he told the waitress to split it even though he had two $12 drinks and food, when I only had two $6 beers. I’ve never been so insulted and dumbfounded in my life. I left and never spoke to him again.
— Lauren Madlock, 35

I don’t know which one was worse: The scampi butter in my freshly sewn weave or the declined credit card at the end of the night. If you would have told me that was going to be the ending of that date, I would’ve stayed at home in my PJs binging House Hunters. But the newly divorced me who secretly wondered if “I still had it” was dying to enjoy a nice evening with a handsome man. I wasn’t expecting much but a few laughs and great conversation with a man grown enough to have the funds on his debit card to cover our meal. “Get what you want!” he demanded. I tried to be modest, but he wanted to impress me. I said, “We’ll have the stuffed shrimp and the seafood platter.” The food looked and smelled delicious when it arrived at our table, and he thought it would be a good idea to feed me. I was hesitant, but he insisted. The next thing I knew, a stuffed shrimp was gliding in my direction. But before it made it to my mouth, it plopped into the scampi butter sitting on the table below, making a greasy splash on my cheek and my new bundles. I was mortified, but I got through it. Then, when the check came to the table, his card was declined. He was so confused when the server returned the check with several declined receipts. He claimed he made a deposit into the bank right before the date, not knowing that the funds wouldn’t be available until midnight. I refused to pay for a date that I didn’t enjoy. It was 11:30 p.m., so we waited 30 minutes until the funds were released so the server could run his debit card again.
— Charlie Marcol, 38


Dinner went great and we had good conversation. After dessert, we walked to his car and got in. He turned on the engine and we were talking about the weather when, out of nowhere, he pulled out his d**k, then began to masturbate and suck his thumb — all while staring at me! I laughed in his face, got out of the car and called a friend to pick me up.
— Chanel, 35

I met this cute guy. We clicked and started seeing each other. After a couple of dates, he invited me to a Halloween costume party at his place. He and I shared a hug at the door and my girl and I wandered off into the party. Now, I dressed like Madonna in “Like a Virgin” — sexy. So this chick dressed as a police officer kept complimenting me on my outfit. I mean, she would not stop talking! Finally I asked how she knew the man of the house and she said, “He’s my boyfriend.” Ummmmmm...whet? “Yeah, we live together. This is our place,” she said. Y’all! I had been to that house with him before! I could not believe the position he’d put me in. My friend and I excused ourselves and left and I never spoke to him again.
— Shameeka Emanuel, 35

I went out to eat with this guy and some girl he had just broke it off with happened to be at the same restaurant with her friends. She kept sending her girls to the table to ask why he didn’t want to be with her. She didn’t actually seem to be sincere about it. It seemed like she just wanted to start drama. The server eventually noticed what has happening and asked if I was OK. I told her that was his problem and that I was fine and ready to order. We ordered our food and sent them a round of drinks. She was big mad, but they stopped coming to the table, though.
— Tonisha Rankin, 35

Written by Kenrya Rankin

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