Your worst date.

My dad knew this guy from his local pub and set me up. He seemed nice enough but he liked a drink. The first two dates were not great to be honest and i was thinking of not goping out with him again but i was bored and he asked me out again

On our third date we went to the pub he drank and drank i went to the bar after about an hour turned round to check which larger and my date had fallen asleep. Not only had he fallen asleep but he had also wet himself and a puddle of urine was under his chair and then running down the bar as it was on a slope

Funnily enough we never saw each other again

I met a girl on a training course during my university sandwich year - not really my type, but we'd had a laugh during the day and as we were heading for the station, I suggested we went for a pint. Three hours later she was looking slightly less fat and frumpy, and when she asked for my phone number I foolishly agreed.

A few days later she invited me over to her house for dinner, which was awful, and afterwards she sat in the lounge with her (male) flatmate reliving episodes of Red Dwarf and talking about Dungeons and Dragons. Sensing my rapidly decresing will to live, she suggested we went to her room to "Listen to some music" whereupon she tried to put her tongue in my mouth.

I made my excuses and left hurriedly. However, this didn't stop her repeatedly phoning me at work and suggesting we went out to see a film.

It was aaaaages ago now and with someone (a very, very tall icelandic man) i used to work with. he conned me into the date - he led me to believe that there would be half a dozen other people from work there. it was just me, and him. he wore socks and sandals.

we went to the pub and, despite being a giant, he got drunk on 2 beers and a whisky. we went back to his flat so i could call a taxi home and he told me that he wanted me to stay the night. i said no, so he instead spent the next hour telling me all about the internet and how great it was and then complimented me by saying i looked just like his grandmother.

thankfully, the taxi turned up and i left.

he was a really nice guy but really not my type. when he went back to iceland, he used to phone me and tell me about the weather, his gran (!) and how he knew that i was going to marry him but i just didn't know it yet. i think the last bit was always a joke...

oh, and there was another "date" with a different guy. it wasn't really a date - it was more the culmination of a good 5 years of knowing each other/letter writing/emails/phone calls/meet ups at airports and rugby matches. end of story is that we ended up locked in a friend's flat and at 2am, he asked me if i thought he would break his ankles if he jumped out of the (2nd storey) bedroom window. he really was that desparate to get away.

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Met a guy in a night club one drunken evening, he looked well fit after several vodka's so I gave him my number. Called me all night but my phone was on silent so called him back in the morning (the hangover stopped alarm bells) arranged to meet the next week. When I turned up I realised he was really ugly, the lights in nights clubs must be VERY deceiving. As many others, the conversation was mega boring so I made my excuses and left. He walked me to my car and tried to snog me - yuk! I ignored the several calls for the next 4 weeks!!!

The worst date I ever went on had a tictac.

The second worst date I've had was a good looking guy who was just so dull I couldn't wait to get away. He wouldn't take the hint and had wandering hands so I was dreading the car journey home. As we left the restaurant and were heading to his car we went past a bus at a bus stop. While he wasn't looking I jumped on quickly before the doors shut and then waved at him from the back of the bus as I went past him.

Funnily enough he didn't call me again.

My worst was a guy I was set up with by a friend - initially I thought he had done a really good job as my date was gorgeous, funny and charming. I started to feel rather drunk rather quickly and when questioned he laughed and said that even though I had specifically requested SINGLE drinks (a drunk date is not a repeated date) he had been buying me doubles. He apologised and I decided to stay out, later on when he took me home we had a kiss and I was thinking that I really did actually quite like him, until he practically insisted that I let him come in so we could "get better acquainted" when I refused he threw a complete strop and yelled in the middle of the street that I was "probably shit anyway" ?

Needless to say I didn't see him again.

Oooh where to start... there have been many. The most memorable have to be...

- the blind date who said he looked like Brad Pitt. Which he did, with my back turned, eyes closed in the dark and from a vast distance!

- the guy who complimented me on my 'child bearing hips'

A guy I met in a club, not much to look at but nice, charming personality. So when he asked me for my number I decided 'o.k,can't hurt'. We wen't for a drink and within twenty minutes he had whipped out one of those little vinyl things that holds photos, and he spent the rest of the night showing me photos of his mum, his house and his dog!. Thank god for call barring!

Some of these are classics!

I had a one that was a met in club - phone calls then date - I saw him pull up and wanted to run away!

I've only been on two first dates, I stayed with one for 18 months and married the other.

I should have ran for the hills with my ex...

Our first date was on bonfire night, I went along while he did the music for a fireworks display (he was a sound engineer thingy) and I stood around like a plum for 3 hours. We then went to the cinema and the only film on was Steve Martin's Bowfinger where I spilt chocolate ice cream down my top. ? After that, he drove me 5 miles in his old banger held together by rust to go to this "brilliant" pub, which was about 5ftx5ft and was playing live folk music. He then drove me home (thinking about it, he must have been over the limit really.)

Our second date was to pizza hut, after he had kept me waiting in the cold for over an hour. His choice of restaurants and time keeping never improved. ? I should have ran for the hills but I was getting desperate, I was 19 and really wanted/needed a boyfriend. He was 35. ?

Oh where to start.................?

The guy I met on the internet, practically the first thing he said to me was 'you're a lot errr.....bigger... than I expected'

Or the second date with a guy I really liked - I was staying at his house as he lived quite a distance from me, we went out and I matched him drink for drink with pints of Stella, when we went back to his house, I threw up while I was sat on the loo, and he had to come in and rescue me as I was in a total state. Ewwww. And surprisingly, I still saw him again!

Or the guy who about 10 minutes after meeting up said to me ''oh, you'll love my sister'' and started talking about what we'd do next time we met up,even though he'd talked about work and his ex for the whole date and I'd hardly spoken!

I've shared this evening of hell before, but anyway....

I went out on a set-up date with an estate agent from Reading, who although being highly solvent, had the social skills of a gnat. The conversation was a bit slow over dinner so as a sort of ice breaker, I said "if you could ask me any question, what would you ask?" and he said

"are you going to shag me tonight?"

Taken aback, rather, I said "no, probably not. Why do you ask?" and he said

"Because I've washed my c ock."

We have a winner I think - Eleda come on down!

Mine was with a bloke who took me for an Indian meal and then proceeded to fart and burp all the way home in the taxi..

"Reader, I marred him."

"Reader, I married him."

I was meeting up with a bloke Id been chatting to online for weeks, from an online dating site

Travelled across London to meet him at Bank station, we met up, walked to a bar, got a drink and within seconds of getting the drinks he decided he had a 'bad back' and needed to go and lie down so was very sorry but would have to leave... But he would contact me to rearrange

Just over an hour after I had left home I was back, I never heard from him again...

The next bloke I actually met from that dating site, I am marrying in 10 days

I went out for dinner to an Italian restaurant on a first date about 5 years ago. My date skipped a starter and ordered the cheapest main (i didn't notice this at the time and just ordered what i fancied) and went on to explain that the reason he had bought his house and nice car was because he 'looked after the pennies'. He also said that this was his first meal out in a year and that he liked to pop round to his friends' home around dinner time so that they would invite him to join them and it would save his food bills.

He got quite stroppy when i ordered dessert, he refused one himself but asked for 2 spoons and ate almost the whole thing when it came. When we were asked if we'd like coffee he said no before i could open my mouth, stood up, bundled on my coat and took me home (he didn't tip).

Neither of us made contact again. He was miserable but probably thought me a filthy wastrel.

I met this gorgeous guy who I really fancied and we agreed to go to the cinema together. He was 20 and I was 14, which probably says it all already. We had just started watching it, when he leant over, told me he had seen it, told me the end and then asked if we could just go. I was confused and rather pissed off to be honest, but agreed. He then drove me home and then tried to persuade me to shag him in the back of the car in front of my house. He got really pissy when I refused. He kept calling me repeatedly after that and when my mum got annoyed and phoned his house, it turned out he was in a long term relationship with a young child. Charming!

I can't choose between two, both dates from the Internet, I obviously didn't see the pattern forming.

One guy I met and we went out for a meal. My memory may have faileed me but i don't think I actually saw a photo pf him until the day we met, big mistake. He was a sweet guy, but not my type. He preceeded to burst into tears in the restuarant and talk all night about his ex-wife and little boy. It was sad but very uncomfortable.

The second one kept hassling me for a date and I kept putting him off. Eventually I agreed to go skiiing at the indoor slope. I met him and he didn't speak to me or look at me, he just seemed really stroppy, to this day I have no idea why. I'm not the most confident skiier and would have been obvious I was scared and uncomfortable when he kept making me go to the top of the slope. Then I feel over and couldn't get up, my frustration was growing, he wouldn't help me up and just kept saying 'put your skis parallel to the slope', to which I snapped 'they f'ing are', which I think was the final nail. I feigned a knee injury to get away and he jusy mumbled 'see ya' and left. Funnily enough I never heard from him again.

It was a blind date. When i saw him, he wasn't my type at all which was okay as we could of enjoyed eachother company still but when he got closer he smelt like he had tipped a whole bottle of fabric conditioner over his top. Then he insisted i held his hand, which i didn't. Then we went to a bar and i was seriously thinking walking out by saying i was going to the ladies as he was suggesting we got a hotel. And the werid looks people kept giving him didn't help me feel good either. One couple were sat at a table next to us and the man kept giving me eye signals to say, "Get away fast"! iykwim. So i did. But no until he man insisted he wait for my train with me.

And another date where was had drinks in a pub and the man pinched the glasses we were drinking in my hiding them in his jacket didn't give a nice impression either. Yes we were students but really!

i met a guy up town, i was paraletic and thought he seemed a really nice bloke, i decided that i'd give him my number and we went on a date the next day.

We just met at a pub but he was there with all his mates and i was on my own, he was a right shady character into drugs and everything, i actually felt scared more than anything.

I stuck it out for about 2 hours when i made the excuse i'd got to go because i'd got to work the next day. He phoned me a couple of times after but i ignored the calls.

Mine was more of a non-date. I'd arranged to meet a blind date under the clock at Waterloo. As I was waiting, my mobile rang with a withheld number. As soon as I answered it, it went dead. 5 minutes later I got a text saying he couldn't make it. Bastard had obviously drop called me to see who I was and didn't like the look of what he saw ?

I'd just started a new job & went to a gig with a girl from work. We met up with her friends and I got chatting to this bloke. It turns out he'd just started a new job similar to mine, and I'd gone for that same job he got, so we hit it off. He asked me out and we went to Pizza Express.

He arrived a bit late and was wearing a hideous brown flannely shirt. I didn't fancy him at all and he was quite quiet and dull. He'd looked me up on Friends Reunited and it turned out we'd been to the same primary school. He asked me who I fancied in my new job. I said "Er, no-one" and he listed some fit girls at work.

He only ordered a main and didn't finish it, which put me off as I have a good appetite! I drank most of the 2 bottles of wine during the meal, and had 2 pints of cider in the pub afterwards. We then went to a club as I needed a wee, and had a few more drinks. By then things had really gone downhill. He told me he liked really busty girls - I asked him to guess my bra size and he said 36A ?

He tried to walk me home and I made my own way back. He emailed me the next day saying although we hadn't hit it off he'd like to try again ?

? Some real classics here!

The one I can remember was a date with my now ex (of many years, THANK FUCK!)

Basically we'd been seeing each other a little while, I'd jut finished my 6th form exams and had never ahd a boyfriend before, so this was probably why..

It was my 18th birthday, and my folks, me, my little brother and J went for a meal.. Afterwards, J wanted to take me out clubbing, fair enough.

When we got into town, he called one of his "best" mates (a guy I never saw again!) and the three of us went clubbing. I was then put on a seat in the club, with a glass of tapwater, while J and his "best mate" went around the club and tried to ogle girls.

Nice!