What's the funniest or strangest thing that's ever happened to you on a date?

Question

What's the funniest or strangest thing that's ever happened to you on a date?

Answer 1

i sayed somthing that was obviosy not true

Answer 2

My date showed up in a new convertible of his dads, somehow my brother and his friend got the keys and my brothers friend put my little brother in the trunk for a joke, we got almost to the drive-in (this was in the late 60's) and we kept hearing loud noises, my date pulled over and tracked the noise to the trunk, imagine our surprise when my 11 yr old brohter jumped out! It was sort of funny but we had to drive him back and we did not make it to the drive in.....

Answer 3

i had a girl q***f while we were layin there talkin in bed after we ...........

Answer 4

the guy went to the bathroom and the cam back and started breaking the bread with his BARE HANDS......i couldn't eat it...don't know if he washed his hands or not..and i caught him picking his nose....glad i didn't touch that dam bread

Answer 5

So I was in college and was dating a girl. we had went to dinner and were at a local make out site when all of a sudden another car pulls in kind of fast. We assumed he got this confused with a through street, that happened sometimes...All of a sudden a police chopper shines down on the lot and 3 cops pull in.They nab him and gave us a little trouble for public lewd and lascivious, but they let us go eventually.

Answer 6

My date was an inventor actor..  The place a giant swap meet. Inventor bumped into one of his friends. We break for coffee.  

Conversation is  my date convincing his friend, that the buyer disappoints the seller unless  buyer tries to get the  product for as little money as possible because the whole thing is a game.  Next place the swap meet and they put this into action. Some of the conversations that  occurred as we covered ground, their having this in mind were odd, maybe because the bargain hunter was well on his way to becoming a millionaire ..People are s trange.

Answer 7

It actually happened to my best friend.  She was dating some maniac, he got drunk and she called me to meet her and take her home.  He followed us from the bar on FOUR flat tires, haven't a clue how that happened, and sparks were shooting from the rims scraping the ground.  He follows us all the way home.  We refuse to open the apartment door to him and he apparently went away, but he stold the DOORKNOB off the door.  How and why we haven't a clue.  It took us a while to replace the doorknob and it was a real challenge getting into the apartment.  That happened almost twenty years ago and the guy's nickname became "stressboy", we can't remember what his real name was now, but we still want our doorknob back.

Peace.

And by the way, Yes, you can be my pet, always did like the "underdog" or the runt of the litter.  Everything needs love to grow and develop, even those obviously serious genetic flaws.  You're cute.

Peace.

Answer 8

Well I don't know if this counts, but one time when I spent the night at my boyfriend's house, I woke up in the middle of the night.  He was awake too, and he smiled at me.  I was really tired.  I looked right at him, smiled, and poked him in the eye!

I was trying to do an affectionate gesture, like touching his cheek or something... but I just went straight for that eyeball.  It was about 5 years ago, he still laughs about it and says it was "so cute."  What a sweetie pie.

Answer 9

This is a strange one for you!  Back in the late '70s I met a guy at my favorite dance place. We danced together the rest of the night. He asked me to return the favor the next weekend at his favorite place. We made plans to meet up since I lived 35 miles out of town.

I dressed casually, since that was how we were dressed when we met and he didn't say to do anything differently.  But I was wrong. He was obviously very upset when he saw my hippie-like dress and lace-up leather boots, but he didn't say anything - yet. While we were driving to the town where his favorite DISCO dance hall was he told me his entire office of co-workers would be there because he had bragged about what perfect dance partners we were and here I was dressed like I was going to a kegger!  I reminded him that he hadn't told me of his plans, or I would have dressed appropriately for whatever he had in mind.  This seemed to confuse him, so by now I figured this date was a bust and I would just muddle through it and head back home, what could be worse.  Oh, did I mention that I hated disco?!

Eh, well, it gets better... oh, I mean worse.  He drove into a rest stop, got out with a small suitcase and told me he needed to change and would be right back out.  Can you figure out what he looked like when he came strutting down the walkway - yes, strutting?  It was a blinding white polyester John Travolta dancing suit - ahhhhhhhhhhh.  I bit my tongue to keep from laughing hysterically. This man was serious - so, so serious about his image. When we were once again on the road he turned to me and kindly offered to buy me clothes that were more fitting for a DISCO hall (I was more of a Jethro Tull, Bob Seger, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young kind of girl). Trying to not be insulted and make the most of it all, I agreed and thought, "Hey, at least I'll get a new outfit out of the deal". There was a mall nearby so I figured I could get by with getting some kind of semi-slinky, strappy dress that might cover up the boots at Nordstroms, or at least the Bon Marche, but nooooooo. He heads for K-Mart - I'm not kidding - this is the 70s and he expected me to find something that I would actually wear at K-Mart.  I didn't find anything I would be comfortable wearing and we went on our way as my happiness meter went down several notches.

He wasn't happy either.  But we made it to the place and found only one of his co-workers. She really didn't care if we were there or not.  I could see that he was maybe just a little bit delusional, and I might have to slip out the back. But then he dragged me out on the floor. We were in the middle of what looked like the whole set of extras from Saturday Nite Fever and he made the attempt to get the magic back from our fun date of the last weekend.  It wasn't happening..... He was getting more and more frantic as he realised that it wasn't working. I watched as he launched into all these weird moves, trying to motivate me to follow him when all of a sudden the spotlight stopped on us.... ut-oh...... he was sweating and stains were escaping from under the armpits of his white suit. He was trying to turn me in all kinds of contortions that didn't match the music and mouthing the words "DANCE, DANCE, DANCE - NOW - IT'S OUR TURN" .

At first I was humiliated, but then I started laughing and stopped dancing and played like Vanna White - you know, moving around him with my hand held out,  moving it up and down beside him, as if to say "See, you too can do this- isn't it wonderful". And he thought what I was doing was cool and started primping and doing some dance moves that had obviously been practised many times before a mirror! It was not a pretty sight, but extremely entertaining. Soon I recovered myself and felt embarrassed for him. It was time to led him off the floor.

He drove me back to our meeting place and we did not make plans to see each other again. But it doesn't end there.  On the way home I discovered I had left my newly gifted, favorite air-brushed tee-shirt in his van. I had taken it off before going into the DISCO place since it would have been so out of place.  I tried contacting him through the people that had introduced us, but they said he wasn't around anymore.  It was about six months later when he showed up at my favorite place again. I asked him about the shirt.  He sneered at me and said, " I used it when I was changing the oil on the van".  Ah, what could I say - nothing but, "I could be dancing, dance" and I did, but not with him.

Answer 10

We're going through this introducing each other, getting to know each other phase. I found myself doing most of the talking. So after a while, I ask: Well, why don't you tell me about yourself?

She then reveals she's a born-again Christian and proceeds to trying to convert me. We start discussing the Bible. (Theology on a first date is probably not the best thing). And all the while, I keep wondering how she feels about extra-marital s*x with agnostics.

Answer 11

ok this guy asked me ta come to his house on a saturday night we watched tv talked and had a drink well when i was leaving to go home i fell down his steps lol omg he called ta make sure i got home ok and i havent talked to him sence i think ill call him the next weekend i dont have  my kids lol

Answer 12

My story's not a spectacular as the others here, but here goes...

On my first date ever a bird swooped by over the bench we were sitting on and pooped on my leg. I was wearing shorts at the time, of course.