More dating Horror stories

DATING is a stage of human experience where two people assess each other’s suitability as mates. Men and women usually present the best of themselves to each other in the hopes of securing a long-term bond. But unfortunately some fail miserably at creating that first impression.

A number of women shared with

All Woman their unique — or horrible, if you prefer — dating experiences.

Teresa, 29 insurance advisor:

The single life in NYC has always been considered my Achilles’ heel. Every other week there is an event or some occasion that requires the much feared question, “Who is your plus one?” So after refusing for the fourth week in a row to be ‘that girl’, the one with nobody, I decided to do what any smart person would do and join a dating website. I read several profiles and I was sure I found my guy.

The hosts were a few distinguished colleagues and industry personnel who on many occasions had seen me show up alone. Boy, was I going to show them! I could just imagine the intellectual banter that would take place at dinner.

When I saw my date at the restaurant he was not the height he mentioned in the pic. He was missing at least three feet of it. After all introductions were made we began to order. I told my date that he didn’t have to worry as the catered meal was being paid for. Big mistake. After dinner everyone had their dessert and began to assume the position to leave. In front of everyone my date signalled to the waiter loudly, “Oh no, I’m not ready, I’m just getting started. Can I get another main course, please!”

There were 24 angry and disgusted eyes looking at me as everyone took their seats and sat and watched my date consume his second main course.

Gillian, 24 media practitioner:

I met this model at a convention so that was the first red flag. He was very vain, but he was interested in me so I said maybe it was worth a shot. His first ‘date’ was inviting me to his modelling show on a free ticket. The second date was to see a movie. So we made plans to meet at Carib. I got there before him so he messaged me and said I should buy the tickets before they sold out. So I spent almost $3,000 because it was not a discount day. When he came he said he doesn’t usually buy food before the movie. But at intermission he only got up to say he was going to the bathroom. He didn’t even offer me food or anything. After the movie he told me that the road he lives on is dangerous, so I should take him home. Like an idiot, I did. Then he high-fived me and left. I was so stunned, I didn’t know how to react to it. I’ve since blocked him.

‘Honey’, 36, realtor:

I met a guy online. He was a college student who said he lived in Trelawny. We had been speaking for about three months and he wanted to meet me. I agreed to meet him in Mandeville at a popular fast food restaurant. I drove all the way from Kingston and arrived about an hour before he did. I waited in my car and when he finally arrived he gestured to me that he was going inside the restaurant. He came back with one box of food and one drink. He sat in my car and proceeded to eat. When he saw me looking at him in utter disgust, he asked if I wanted a piece. I said no. When he finished he said it was time to go. I had brought clothes to spend the night because Trelawny was so far. When we reached his house and he got out I told him ‘see ya’ and drove all the way back to Kingston. I reached Kingston about two in the morning, deleted my e-mail account and changed my number. I saw him once after that and he had the gall to ask me why I don’t like him. He was cheap, ugly, boring and didn’t have a chivalrous bone in his body.

Dahlia, 42:

Basically on the first date he drove to a motel. He was going in to book a room without saying anything to me. I traced him off and grabbed a cab home. He must have been out of his mind.

Anicia

The worst has to be that time when a guy invited me to Carib and I stood there waiting for what must have been at least over an hour, before he showed up. There was no apology when he arrived. I was so angry I couldn’t even bring myself to sit beside him, so I left a seat between us. You could cut the tension with a knife. Halfway through I went to the ladies room and never returned.