Not all dating experiences have a "happily-ever-after" ending
Getting to know someone romantically can leave you feeling… drained.
If you’ve ever felt like love is a battlefield, have no fear - we’ve all been there.
Sometimes bad dates happen to good people.
Enjoy a few romantic flops from our favorite people. You’re welcome, and no, we’re not sorry for sharing.
"Senior Year in high school, I was asked to homecoming by a super cute and very popular boy. In our school, the dates for these dances were all-day affairs.
My date picked me up at 11 am and we headed up the mountain where we picnicked and went four-wheeling. While winding up a small road, my front right tire caught a large, loose rock and the right front end of my ATV started to fall down the embankment. The whole vehicle went over the edge and careened down the 100-foot side of the mountain with me on top. At about 20 feet down, my hair and jacket caught on a tree limb, and I grabbed on for dear life. The vehicle continued to fall the rest of the way to the bottom in a tangled and wrecked mess.
My back was all scraped up and bleeding, but I was ok and able to climb back up to the road.
My date was sweet and made sure I was ok, but I’ll never forget the look of horror on his face when he saw the state of his mangled ATV at the bottom of the cliff.
I still had to go home, shower, and get dressed and ready to go to the dance. I was stressed and in pain. When I peeled off my t-shirt at home, my whole back was bloody, and I had scrapes and gashes from neck to waist. Of course, the dress I was wearing to the dance had a lower back which left my new wounds visible for all to see and hurt when we danced.
I never found out what happened when my date told his dad I had ruined their ATV- but I did notice that my date was working extra shifts at his job."
- That wasn't a love connection, but Emily is now happily married and steers clear of ATVs.
"When Gladys and I were dating, sometime before we’d become engaged to be married, I decided to invite her on a drive to visit my grandparents in a rural Utah town, a roughly eight-hour drive from where I lived. The drive was mostly uneventful, however, I do remember toward the tail end of the trip experiencing some level of discomfort from an accumulation of “bad air” in my digestive tract.
Upon arriving at my grandfather’s remote residence, my grandmother required something that necessitated a trip to Wal-Mart, some 45 minutes away. No sooner had we begun our journey than my dear friend, bad air, came knocking on the door (with some urgency, I might add).
Once at Wal-Mart, Gladys and I split up to accomplish our tasks. As soon as Gladys was gone from sight (and hopefully earshot), I found that I was in that blissful moment where the persistent petition to vent the bowels was still active and I had enough privacy to grant it. Please understand, the idea of privacy did not mean that I was alone in the aisle. I was disappointed to discover that the force of my push had filled my pants. The next moments are a bit of a blur for me, though there was certainly panic. Walking was tricky as any movement of the legs seemed sure to result in a tumble of humiliation out of my pant legs and into my shoe or onto the floor. I waddled away in disgrace, carefully attempting to keep my denim receptacle from spilling its contents. Upon arriving in the restroom, I found that it was not as clean as I would have liked, though probably cleaner than I deserved. As I found myself alone in that dirty Wal- Mart restroom, I did the only thing I could think to do: I stood at the sink and bathed myself and attempted to launder my pants. After getting myself as clean as I could in a Wal-Mart bathroom sink, and after ringing my pants out to the best of my ability, I dressed and left the bathroom. I was walking normally, but with damp pants and, to my mind, an unpleasant and lingering odor. We did eventually get back to my grandparents’ home. I did eventually get a shower and a change of clothes. I was grateful that Gladys seemed willing to ignore and never mention what had transpired."
- Curtis ended up marrying Gladys. She swears to this day she had no idea throughout the whole date.
"I asked a girl out that I had seen on campus. The date went fine and we enjoyed ourselves so much that I called her back for a second date. A man answered the phone and I asked to speak to the girl. The man asked who I was. I answered and then asked who he was, to which he replied he was her husband. I immediately hung up. Several weeks later I called back to make sure it wasn't a joke played by her brother or friend. The number had been disconnected. I ran into the girl later on campus and she admitted that she was married."
- Steve enjoyed it so much that now he only dates a married women - his wife.
"First year of marriage and I was scheduled for fire academy the day of my anniversary. I walked in the door after a full day and my wife was dressed to impress! Dinner was made, candles were lit, and music was on.
What she didn’t know was that on my way home I realized that I was missing my helmet. Showing up to academy the next day without my helmet would have been severely bad. I was in a panic. I quickly explained my predicament and if looks could kill I would have been a dead man standing. She said, “Ok hang on and I’ll go change.” She came out of the bedroom wearing sweatpants and sweatshirt, hair pulled up and zero excitement on her face.
We drove the 1.5 hrs with me apologizing and doing most of the talking. I snuck into the fire station, found my helmet, and snuck back out without being caught. We drove the 1.5 hrs back home in silence, ate a cold meal, and went to bed."
- Devin wore that helmet at home for several more days as protection.
"I was asked out by a guy I knew in high school and he bought us tickets to a Denver Nuggets game for our first date. I was 17 at the time and this was one of my first dates ever. I didn't have a car, so he picked me up. We drove to the game, got our seats, and made small talk as the game started.
After about 45 minutes he excused himself to use the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he wasn't back yet and I figured there was a line at the men's room. I sat there alone through halftime and I finally went out to his car to look for him. It was gone. He had ditched me. I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure he left with some girl he'd known in the stands."
- Claire has a new boyfriend who has yet to leave her stranded at a ball game.
"My girlfriend had a tendency to lock her keys in her car or misplace them somewhere in the house. Following weeks of carrying an engagement ring around in my pocket, waiting for the right opportunity, I decided on the perfect plan. After fastening the ring to her car keys, I propped up the ring to make it immediately visible, and placed them in the spare washroom while she was getting dressed for our dinner reservation. When it was time to leave, I suggested we take her car to ensure she would find the keys. Chaos ensued. In frustration, she emptied her purse, foraged through every inch of her car, and rearranged each drawer in the kitchen. Upon my third suggestion to check the spare room, she offered a sharp reminder the room is never used and the keys could not possibly be there. With one last effort, I urged her to check anyway. After finding the keys (and the ring), she turned to find me on one knee."
- Cobie and his wife live happily with their two kids and several sets of spare keys.