An Interesting End To A First Date

June 30, 2009  
 Category: Anecdates

Car-In-SnowThe following is a story that was forwarded to us in an email chain (yeah we hate chains too, but this one’s a good one). It must have happened months ago when Jay Leno was still on the Tonight Show.

Jay Leno went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date that a woman ever had. The winner described her worst first date experience. There was absolutely no question as to why her tale took the prize!

She said it was midwinter…Snowing and quite cold…and the guy had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a day trip (not overnight). They were strangers, after all, and had never met before. The outing was fun but relatively uneventful until they were headed home late that afternoon. They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte. They were about an hour away from anywhere with a rest room and in the middle of nowhere! Her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she did for a while. Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a point where she told him that he had better stop and let her go beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car. Read more

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Falling In Love Through Spam

May 12, 2009  
 Category: Anecdates

Love Bug SpamSpam has been one of the worst things to come out of the invention of the Internet (by Al Gore), probably third to viruses (#1) and the family filter (#2). But sometimes bad things can turn out to be a good thing for some lucky people. Spam, the art of pissing people off by clogging their email inboxes with annoying ads for erectile dysfunction and fake lottery winnings, was actually positive for one Russian couple. They met because of a virus that sent out a random spam instant message from his computer to hers. Normally, you just close the IM and move on, but for some reason, she IMed him back. And the rest was history.

A 23-year-old Russian student, Larisa Sizova, was passing time chatting with friends using ICQ [like AIM] when a message from a stranger popped up. Someone nicknamed ‘Olmer’ said, “Hi, I’m shocked! Download this…” The message contained a link to a website.

Wise enough not to download a suspicious programme, the girl sent a message back to the stranger asking what was going on and why was he “shocked”?

As it turned out, ‘Olmer’, a young man whose name was Oleg, had never sent anything to Larisa, but it was a computer virus that used his instant messenger address for spamming.

One thing led to another, the two chatted until night and discovered both were single and about the same age. But what’s most important, they felt an immediate attraction to each other. Surely, photos that both had in their contact info stirred up mutual interest.

They agreed to meet the next day.

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Always Judge a Book by Its Cover

April 29, 2009  
 Category: Anecdates

Danielle K. – Female, 27. New York, NY. Still Very Much Single.

So this guy, let’s call him Adam (because his name is Adam) emails me on JDate. I had joined this site reluctantly, as i had heard all the j-horror stories and did not want to become another statistic. I created very strict criteria for who i would actually be willing to meet in person– the guy in question must be hilarious, and i must laugh out loud at least twice when reading his emails. Adam passed my test with flying colors. I laughed not once, not twice, but THREE WHOLE TIMES when reading his first email– and it was only 4 lines. A 3:4 laugh to line ratio– I had struck gold!

We met for drinks a few days later. As far as first impressions go, I was impressed enough. sure, he was short, kind of dorky, and a little quirky, but i found all this to be charming. Most importantly, he was “different.” he had worked as an investment banker for 8 years (no, that’s clearly not the “different” part), published a nonfiction book, and then quit his finance job to, you know, “focus on his writing.” I thought this was AWESOME. How many people, in this day and age have the balls to quit their comfortable, safe job to pursue their creative passions? i found the whole thing entirely inspirational. completely smitten, I asked Adam to write the name of his book on a napkin, and, being the avid reader that i am, promised to read it that week. Read more

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You Can Have A Warm Glass Of Leave Me the Hell Alone

April 23, 2009  
 Category: Anecdates

Deborah B. – Female, 27. Washington D.C. Single.

Last night, I went on a second date with this guy Adam. We had gone out for drinks a week or so ago and last night we went out for drinks again and he told me to meet him at a bar about a block from my place at 9pm, a little late in my opinion, but so close to my apt it was ok.

We have drinks and it’s nice. Definitely no fireworks, but he’s interesting and kind of funny so I figure he’s nice enough. At about 11ish the area of the bar we’re in is totally empty and he tells me to come sit next to him (instead of just coming to sit next to me?). After talking for a little while he leans over and kisses me. About 45 seconds into it, he pulls away and says, “Whoa… PDA much?” Ummm… Confusing much? You told me to come over here and then kissed ME. I am positive that my breath was fine and we had kissed before, so I really had no idea why a person would do that unless to try to be funny. And it wasn’t funny, just weird.

So, we leave the bar and I try and part ways at that point but he insists on walking me home. I had lent my roommate the fob (sensor thing to get into the building) because she’s in the process of moving out and the doorman was MIA. So I call up to my roommate and no answer. After dealing with this for a few minutes, I tell him he can totally go and that I was fine. But he insists on staying and says, “You’re not gonna give me a glass of water?” I kept trying to end the night, but no. Apparently it’s a girl’s duty to serve dates water at the end of an evening. Finally someone else walked into the building and let me in. At this point I was going to try to end the night again, but this guy Adam starts talking to the dude who let us into the building and keeps walking and talking his way into the elevator. Read more

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Dating Two Girls With the Same Name: Not A Good Idea

April 22, 2009  
 Category: Anecdates

Ben R. – Male, 25. New York, NY. Currently Single.

I had never done this before. I was dating two girls with the same first name…Lindsay G. and Lindsay W. Big big mistake! First of all, it’s hard enough keeping track of two girls in general. You have to remember specific details about conversations you’ve had and all that info about them. I’ve definitely had my fair share of trip ups and had to cover myself by always using the excuse “oh I must have been talking about it with my friend, sorry about that, thought it was you” (which mostly doesn’t work).

So anyway, the two Lindsays were going ok. I had been hooking up with (that’s it, nothing more) Lindsay W., a grad student at NYU, for about a month and a half, but I wasn’t really feelin’ it anymore. She was very needy and a little overbearing, always texting me and asking what I was doing. I guess that’s nice but it was getting a little annoying. Lindsay G. on the other hand was great. I had just met her a few weeks ago and we had gone on two dates (much different than with Lindsay W.). My friends joked with me about me seeing two Lindsays at once, but I didn’t think it mattered. Plus, I was going to get rid of Lindsay W anyway. I really liked Lindsay G., which was something new for me, so I decided to invite her over for dinner. I told her we would order in, but I ended up cooking for her.

That night, I had everything prepared, the wine, the right lighting, music playing, a few candles lit. She was supposed to come at 8 and I was just finishing up when my intercom rang around 7:55pm. It was the doorman telling me that “Lindsay’s here” I thanked him and thought it was a little strange that she was here early since she had been about 10-15 mins late to our other two dates, but whatever. The doorbell rings and I open the door to Lindsay W. with her backpack on and a big smile, “Surprise!” Read more

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Starbucks Steve and My Ex

April 17, 2009  
 Category: Anecdates

Jen C. – Female, 27. New York, NY. Sort of in a relationship, but not really sure.

I was sitting in Starbucks and this guy starts talking to me. His name was Steve and he was kinda short, a little chubby and starting to bald. I had been on-again, off-again with my ex-boyfriend from college for the three years since gradation and obviously we were off-again then. Steve was sorta funny so I kept talking to him. He ended up sitting down at my table (I didn’t really invite him) and eventually asked if I wanted to get a drink somewhere. It was around 5pm on a Saturday and I was bored with my work, so I agreed for some reason and we went to this bar a few blocks away.

Once we sat down, I started regretting the whole thing…what was I doing? Am I really that desperate? Oh well, I’ll have one drink and that’ll be it. Starbucks Steve ended up being a lot bigger of a dork than I realized. I started to feel self-conscious of even sitting with him because he had this annoying, loud laugh that made everyone else in the place turn around (and all he would do is laugh at his own lame jokes).

We had been sitting at the booth for about twenty minutes when all of a sudden, something caught my eye and I looked towards the front door of the bar. In walks David (my ex) and my best friend Scott…they were stopping in for a drink. Are you f-ing kidding me? I think I stopped breathing at that moment. I tried covering my face with my hand, completely ignoring Steve, so that they wouldn’t see me, but about 10 seconds later, they saw me and came over. Here we go… Read more

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Even Professional Football Players Talk About Dating

April 13, 2009  
 Category: Anecdates

Martellus Bennett is a promising, young tight-end on the Dallas Cowboys. The Dallas Morning News recently handed over one of their blogs (”Cowboys Insider“) to the second-year player so that he could report on the team and also share whatever’s on his mind with his rapidly growing audience. Of course, Marty B’s first blog post involves a funny dating story that happened to his buddy the other day. As he says when figuring out what he’s going to write about, “Mmmm what shall i speak on? Ohhhh yea this is a funny story its about dating. Which is something we all have experienced before.” You’re a wise man Martellus…here it is:

Have you ever went on a date and the girl didn’t look as good as you remember? This really sucks! Yesterday my friend went to meet a girl at the movies he had met at the bar two nights before. We all know once you have a few drinks everything seems to look better it’s what we call the Grey Goose affect. LOL (laugh out loud). Well anyways he goes to the movies to meet this woman when he gets there I recieve several text messages about how cute she isn’t and it couldn’t be the same girl. Now at this point the only thing I could respond was hahahaha haha hahaha. Instead of leaving he orders popcorn, sour patches and two big 44oz drinks and proceeds into the movie finds them a seat and begins to sip his drink. He watches the previews and tells her that they need to go see one of the future movies in the previews if they ever go to the movie together again and smiles. Then he goes “man this is some strong stuff it is going straight threw me I have to go to the restroom”. Gets up and walks all the way to his car gets in it starts it and leaves. Hahaha. Didn’t tell her bye or anything just left. Now that’s funny but is truly messed up. Ironically the movie they were seeing was He’s Just Not That Into You.

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The Phone Book Incident

April 8, 2009  
 Category: Anecdates

Brad R. – Male, 27. Washington D.C. In A Relationship.

So last week one night my girlfriend and I were sitting around, watching my dvr and she takes my phone to call one of her friends because her phone was in the other room. Her friend didn’t pick up, so she left a voicemail. Then she started looking through my phone book, but I didn’t realize it at first. I have over 350 people in my phone and about half are girls names, so of course she started asking me who each one was. I actually got a little worried because I had taken a lot of girls’ numbers in the past and wouldn’t want to explain each one to her. “Do we really have to do this now? Are you jealous? I’m with you…let’s just watch 24.”

She obviously didn’t listen to me and continued to look through the names until she saw Lindsay G and Michelle G next to each other. She asked me who they were and I told her just some girls I met out (I had hooked up with both of them, but on separate nights). Of course she wanted to know more, so I told her they had the same last name, but I didn’t think they were related and that I only really hung out with each the night I met them. Read more

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How I Met My Girlfriend While I Was On Another Date

April 2, 2009  
 Category: Anecdates

Andrew C. – Male, 25. Los Angeles, CA. In a Relationship.

I met Jillian out at a bar one night and got her number. We spoke a few times on the phone and had plans to go out to dinner during the week. On the night of the date, I ended up getting out of work early, so I decided to go to the restaurant and have a few drinks at the bar about a half hour before Jillian was supposed to meet me there. I sat down next to a couple of dudes to my right and a girl to my left and ordered a drink. I hadn’t seen if the girl next to me was cute, but as I subtly turned to check her out, she got up and said hello to her friend, who I assumed she was meeting for dinner.

So I sat there for a few minutes taking in the scene, until I saw a very attractive girl walk into the bar area, looking for someone. After about ten seconds, it appeared that she didn’t find who she was looking for, started to look irritated and walked over to the seat at the bar next to me. She sat down, ordered a drink and continued to look pissed off. I sensed it was a good opportunity for me to strike up a conversation. I asked her if everything was ok and she told me her “soon to be ex-boyfriend if he doesn’t show up in the next two minutes” is late once again and she’s had enough of it. I answered, “Oh he’s one of those…” with a smirk, trying to get her to hate him even more. Read more

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A Destination First Date

March 31, 2009  
 Category: Anecdates

Josh P. – Male, 24. Boston, MA. In a Relationship.

I met Lindsay for a drink on a Thursday night in Back Bay and the date was going really well (surprising for a first date). There was an instant connection and we both knew it. We discussed how we love to travel and the various places we had been to across the country and the world. We had both been working very hard recently, of course were complaining about our jobs and agreed that we needed a warm vacation, even just for a few days somewhere down south. Miami…Puerto Rico…Bahamas…I’d love to go to the Bahamas right now. Complaints ensued about how our friends are lame and never want to go away, so we never have anyone to go with.

All of a sudden (this is about an hour and a half into our first date), she says to me with a slight smile, “Would you want to just go down there…to the Bahamas?” I replied, “Right now? Are you serious?” “Yeah, let’s just do it. I need a vacation so badly and I never do anything like this. I’ll email in sick tomorrow. Can you do the same?” I responded, “Wow, I guess so…ok.” I’m never spontaneous like this, but it felt exhilarating. Maybe it was the several drinks I had or maybe it was just me being really into her, but I was actually considering hopping on a flight down to the Bahamas. Neither of us had ever done something like this before, but it was too exciting to pass up. Read more

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