What’s Your Bad Date Story?

There’s a new comedy podcast that I highly recommend: Bad Dates with Jameela Jamil.

Jameela (who you might recognize from The Good Place) realized that a universal connection between adults is that pretty much everyone has a bad date story. The point of such stories isn’t to poke fun at anyone (other than ourselves); rather, they form a common bond between anyone who has dated.

I’ve listened to a few episodes so far, and it holds up to the premise. Each episode features a few celebrity guests and a story from a listener.

For this post, I’ve been trying to think of a bad date story I could tell here. I went on a lot of first dates in my late 20s, and I can’t think of any that were comically bad. Rather, there were just a few where I learned something near the end of the date that surprised me (like the woman who had gotten a divorce the previous week or the woman who had a baby just a few weeks before the date).

There was also a date where there was an emergency at my job and we ended up mopping several inches of standing water from the floor of a basement library together–I found it incredibly endearing that my date would take off her shoes and get to work, but it probably isn’t how she envisioned the date.

As for my girlfriend, Megan, the closest I can remember of a bad date was on an early trip back from Kansas City, we stopped at a roadside Burger King (this was before I became a vegetarian), and something really didn’t sit well with me, especially when we stopped by a friend’s house around 30 minutes outside of St. Louis. Oddly, it wasn’t a gastrointestinal issue–rather, I became incredibly nauseous, almost liked I’d been drugged. I didn’t fully realize how bad it was until I started to drive away after our visit, and I realized after about 15 seconds that I wasn’t fit to drive. Megan took over, and the rest of the evening was a blur. I woke up just fine the following morning. Megan was a good sport about the whole thing–perhaps it would have been more awkward as a first date, but we had known each other for a while at that point.

Do you have a bad date story? Feel free to share in the comments, or just enjoy the podcast!

4 thoughts on “What’s Your Bad Date Story?”

  1. Pancakes.

    I don’t have many exciting stories to tell, as I only had one girlfriend before I met my wife. But the night that I wanted to ask Eveline (now my wife) to be my girlfriend, we went to a Christmas fair with a group of friends. The friends kept hanging around—I was looking for an opportunity to talk to her privately, but the opportunity didn’t come along. Until, finally, everybody started going home, and she asked (not expecting a positive answer) if anybody fancied a pancake. She had a large pile of pancakes in the fridge at her digs (student home), and she wouldn’t be able to eat them all before going bad. I honestly was STUFFED from all the food we tasted at the Christmas fair, but I said “yes, I do fancy one of your pancakes”. So 10 minutes later, I was sitting in the kitchen of her digs, eating a pancake I totally didn’t want and I totally didn’t have the room in my stomach for. But we finally had some private time, and I finally got a chance to ask her.

    It’s 21 years and a couple of months later now. Still happily married. 🙂
    And I can’t remember any bad dates! But I learned to say “no” to pancakes.

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  2. I guess my worst date was a Valentine’s Day. He took me out to a movie. And then we got to the car and I asked where we were going for dinner. He didn’t make any reservations. And then it took him 30 minutes to pick a place and when we got there they weren’t taking walk-ins. We called around to different restaurants and it was all the same story. I saw a mom-and-pop Chinese restaurant on Yelp and they said no reservations but there were plenty of tables available. We sped over and snagged a table along with all the starving couples who had not planned ahead (it was 9pm by then). Best onion pancake ever.

    From then on, I’ve decided that instead of getting upset on Valentine’s Day, which is what happens when I’m hungry, I’ll be the one to make sure something is lined up. Never had a bad V day since. My former-bf-now-husband agrees.

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