Illinois Woman Shares Possibly The Worst First Date Story Ever To Exist
Since everybody thinks this story is made up, I'll come clean. I have bad luck when it comes to dating, so I figured I'd share what I've gone through just to find "the one."
I started dating in high school. I had some pretty serious relationships through college, but there was one connection that really scarred me for life. I was 19.
Sure, you're probably wondering why I am exposing myself like this, but enough years have gone by where I can tell this story and give everybody a good laugh!
Ready for the worst first date story ever? I don't think anybody can top this.
I was in college when this happened and it was my first time going on a date with someone like five to six years older than me.
Him and I had a few classes together and hung out on campus a lot. One day, we found each other on Tinder and the conversation was pretty chill - nothing crazy.
We ended up getting food together (just as a casual date) and he said he'd surprise me with a restaurant. I was maybe expecting Chili's or Red Robin.
He brought me to Taco Bell. Nothing wrong with that, I love TB!
What transpired after the Taco Bell date is what you really want to know about.
I went back to his apartment. Yep, I thought it'd be fine. Nah.
He took me through his living room where his roommate was sitting on a couch with his "side chick." Off to a weird start.
Then, we get to his bedroom. Get a paper bag ready, it's downhill from here.
IT SMELLED SO BAD. He said he had water damage and the carpet was still "drying." Let me tell you, it was soaking wet and smelled like wet dog.
I went to sit on his bed but he had a "special mattress" for whenever he has girls come over... ew. That's where I should have left.
Shamefully... I sat on the mattress. I picked a 4-hour long movie so I could kill enough time where he wouldn't want to kiss or anything. I couldn't sit through the smell, y'all.
This is where you think it's over, yeah? Sorry, it gets even worse.
After lying on the mattress for about 5 minutes, I noticed another stench - it was him. I JUST COULDN'T BELIEVE IT. Smells coming from all over the place... I couldn't take it anymore.
How was I supposed to get out of this stinky bedroom?
What excuse could I come up with?
Why didn't I make an escape plan?
Ok, I came up with the WORST excuse ever. You're going to judge me so hard lol.
I told him that my mom said I had to be home before midnight and do the dishes or else I'm grounded. So, I grabbed my shoes, ran out of his house, and never looked back. I drove off so fast!
This is actual footage of me running away.
Just kidding (lol).
To top it off? He texted me the next night asking me to come over again!!! Of course, I couldn't put myself through that pain again and said no.
Now we're here.
This is where you cringe with me and say to yourself, "At least I'm not her."