Strangest/craziest date you've ever been on?

Tell me :)

Many people on here would've been on a strange date yet they would've never known

Many are walking with their tranny radars either intentionally or innocently turned off

Had met this chick once, went out 2 times. On the third date, she came out with her bags packed and ready to run off with me.
I was like whoa! Not doing that. Never got to see her again. She was pissed off. LOL

Haha! Wtf. Women!

Yeah I went on a date unknowingly with a diagnosed and medicated schitzophrenic. Met her off the dating site Plenty of Fish aka Plenty of Sea Monsters aka Plenty of Single Moms

She had a link to a youtube video with about 5 mins of her doing stand up comedy. It actually wasn't half bad. She had a joke in there about being schitzo but I really did think it was just that.

On the date, she told me about how she doesn't work and gets disability, lives with her single parent dad. This woman was 23 btw. I was 30.

She then proceeds to tell me she just recently became sexually active, after having been on POF for the last 3 months, and in which time she had slept with 11 different guys. Went on and on and the whole time I'm thinking damn dude I don't care how much I wanna get laid just get rid of this chick!

Well 2 hours later I fucked her then awkwardly walked her to the bus stop and never talked to her again.

Once went on a date with some fat-stumpty chick called Jade. The kind with red hair who weigh a little too much and wear super dark eye-liner. The kind who feel unique because they like Nightmare before Christmas or some shit. She had super crazy eyes!

After the first date she asks if I wanna go to hers, so I go along with it. Two hours later we're in her room. She said she lived alone and turns out she lived with her parents.

Clue #1...

We are having a few beers sat on her bed making out on intervals and what not when she says she has no job even though she had previously told me she had a job.

Clue #2...

We're about to fuck and I'm taking my jeans off when I bump a really heavy chest with my toe. It hurt like a bastard so I joke and say "Oh that's where your keep all the sex toys eh?". She looks me dead in the eyes, my cock just hanging out with her crazy passed no blinking psycho stare and says " That's where I keep all the baby clothes, we can have a baby right??".

Clue #3... I ran out of that place like a motherfucker.

2 Dates? I feel your pain. I've had that a handful of times on the first date.

Wacko bitches cling like parasites. Great experience to teach us WHAT NOT to look for in a woman.

11 guys in 3 months... 12 including you...wow! That's a lot.

Well it works both ways. Usually the guy expects sex after the third date, right?

I remember this one guy who got so mad he almost became physically violent when I turned him down after the third date...lol.

He called the next day to apologize and it was true he had been drinking. I never went out with him again though.

I was DJing a college party one time where I brought someone that I had just started dating...(not a good idea, BTW.)

At the party, she got super plastered and ended up fucking projectile vomiting all over the dash of my car on the ride home. I had to hose her off in the shower and put her to bed while I cleaned all of the vomit out of the air conditioner vents of my car...



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Last Edited by AkashicRecord® on 07/23/2017 12:51 AM

That was probably her hope chest.

Funny story lol.

Whoa...

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Last Edited by ElleMira on 07/23/2017 08:05 AM

By "hope chest" you mean "crazy-psycho-bitch chest" right?

Hahahah... pretty much.

I never had one but I know what they are from my granny.

I think they are a weee bit creepy myself.

Hey at least it was better then her sayin she killed her ex and he was in the chest.

Took a girl back on the south 40 one time, she gave me a thirty minute speech about how I wasn't getting any. Then she tried to stick her finger in my ass and gave me the best BJ I've had to date. That was twenty years ago.
Took the BJ, didn't take the finger.

But wait, there's more! When we're on the bed making out I kept feeling something wet and slimy ever so slightly rubbing against my stomach. And only about two months back, roughly three years later I realised it was that horrible, stumpy Albanian Field Wench's sweaty Winnie the Pooh belly splodging against me. I honestly died a little inside upon that profound realisation....

I got home on a Friday night around 9pm after a three day business trip. Needless to say I'm tired and don't want to do anything. As soon as I walk in the door to my apartment, I get a face-time from this girl I had been talking to for a few weeks. I answer, and she's clearly buzzed/drunk along with all her friends and sister. She asks me to come over for a drink (mind you we had never met before), and I refuse because I'm too tired after the business trip. She keeps insisting, and I keep denying. After awhile, I break and say I'll go over for one drink. I get to her house, and everyone is still drinking and playing with her pet bunny. I have a beer and begin to chat people up. After a little while, she asks me to come to her room with her so we can "talk in private", so I oblige. After no more than two minutes of her drunk flirting with me, her drunk next door neighbors walk through her front door with their German Sheppard and introduce themselves. Afterwards, they make their way to the living room with everyone else. Shortly after, I hear the distinct sound of a bunny distress signal. I live in a mountainous area where coyotes typically hunt rabbits, so its a similar sound... I digress... I instantly knew what was happening... The German Sheppard got a hold of her bunny. They all call to the girl telling her to get out to the living room, so we both rush out. Her sister hands her the bunny, broken neck with its head resting on its back while distressed signaling and all. This goes one for about 20 seconds... Then... It stops. The bunny is dead. She starts petting the dead bunny that had just been killed by the neighbors German Sheppard saying "He's okay! He's okay!" I'm standing there thinking "No he's not! That fucking thing is dead!" Then it hits her, and she starts BAAAAAWLING! Crying her eyes out! I am a total gentleman and try to comfort her, but it has no effect. She continues to cry for the next hour. As I begin to tell her that I should probably go home and get some rest, she asks me to stay the night so I courteously do. Nothing happened between us except for some cuddling before bed. Next morning, the girl drops me off at my truck a half mile away, I notice I forgot my keys in the girls apartment after she takes off, and had to walk the half mile straight uphill back to her apartment and have her sister let me in to get my keys. Worst. Date. Ever.

To night met a man that was wearing a brown t-shirt like mine, eating at same buffet, single, with 2 of 4 children suicide, complete gentleman and available. I was totally thinking I need someone who's bettah than me on this earth. So I send my boyfriend that won't let go a text to see of he's shagging a new girl

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Last Edited by pool on 07/23/2017 01:20 AM

Well, that escalated quickly...

Took a girl out I met at a college party. Just trying to get some tail back then. At dinner I got 2 hours of hearing about her obsession with stardom and how she just want to go to New York and fuk bouncers. FML I never even got laid.

Truth cuts out so much bullshit and death.

Last Edited by pool on 07/23/2017 08:36 AM

I literally only understand half of the words you type. It's like some choose-your-own-adventure shit.

Should have put the bunny in a 70/30 combination of ranch and Italian dressing for eight hours. Makes them really tender.

Living a life of truth to yourself and others cuts away the bandages and bullshit of other people's revealing suicidal lifestyles. Stay clean and healthy.

A cute girl asked me out to coffee, I was about ready to head-out on an epic adventure (for months) so I was hesitant to "make a connection" but figured what the hell-

We waited in line at the local barista and chatted a bit, I could tell she was potentially a bit unstable- spoke of all sorts of strange stuff, like a "cult" she was into up in the hills behind town that had pet tigers, an Indian guru, the whole nine-

As we sat down she looked at me sorta coyly and said "I cover my entire naked body in honey as a spiritual practice" I replied, I thought in a sorta funny way- "Isn't that disrespectful to the bees?" Well, you woulda thought I just called the virgin mother a whore- she tossed her full cup of whatever it was she was drinking (hot) in my face and erupted into tears.

Took me a second to realize what was happening- I ended up giving her a ride home after calming her down- She got out of the car and was like "call me!" -I didn't even look in the rear-view mirror- no amount of hot is worth that level of crazy.

Sounds like you create a mess you won't clean up.

Damn! I'll bet your in Cali aren't you?

Close... Southern Oregon-