I know this can be a personal question, so it’s only fair that I share mine (plus one from y’all that made me LOL)!
My worst first date has to be one where I felt like I was at a job interview. I believe my date even asked me where I saw myself in five years. Needless to say, there wasn’t a second date.
Here’s what you’re saying:
“Oh my gosh…I’m 59 and in the 50+ worst dating demographic possible. … My worst date was younger than me, but not by much. He was an accountant, very proud of his 15-year-old Mustang that was filthy, disgusting on the inside, as if he left the windows down at night with a bag of garbage inside so raccoons could rip it up and have a PARTAAAYYY!
Yes. It looked like he was living inside his awesome Mustang.
He showed promise because he could text great! Great personality that shined with humor, compassion, and amazing dialogue. I never had to get him talking via text. Looking back, the warning flag was his refusal to speak directly on the phone or FaceTime. He preferred text over hearing my voice or seeing me and my world through FaceTime.
Well…we meet at a coffee shop, and I arrive first and get us the comfy couch.
Flag #2: He arrives, gets nothing to drink and sits on a chair so we would have to ‘lean in’ to hear each other. He stays in that chair the entire ‘date’ while I’m ‘pulling teeth’ to get more than one-word answers out of him.
This was the ‘Groundhog Day’ of dates that ended when I stood up and said, ‘I really need to move on and get those groceries! They wont magically appear in my fridge.’“ — Britt W.
