Ever Had Your Date Not Recognize You?
I’ve always had blonde hair, but during Christmas break my sophomore year at ISU, I decided to go for a drastic hair change, and I dyed my hair dark brown.
Well, the next couple months after this hair change, I had been seeing this guy around campus and at church, and we had mutual friends, so I’d see him at events and things. I wasn’t interested, but he was interested in me I guess, so he asked me out. I felt like I should give it at least one date.
The night of our date, he came to the door to pick me up. When he knocked, I went to answer, and when I opened the door, he looked me straight in the eyes and asked, “Hi, uh is Miranda home?”
I didn’t quite know what was going on, but I replied, “Um, I… am… Miranda…?”
His eyes got wide, and he said, “Oh, I didn’t recognize you.”
I figured the hair change is what messed him up, but we had hung out and seen each other many many times in the two months when I was a brunette.
It was just so awkward that my own date didn’t recognize me, and what makes it worse is my roommate and her boyfriend – now husband – were in the room witnessing all of it.
To this day, they don’t let me forget it and they constantly greet me by saying things like, “Hey is Miranda around?”
Oh, I Didn’t Realize I Was, “That Kind Of Date”
Levi Gribas
I work at a summer camp in Colorado from June to August every year, and my very first year I got the hots for one of my female counselors, so I decided to ask her to go to dinner with me on one of her nights off.
She agreed, and we decided to go to the The Cheesecake Factory for dinner.
Sidenote: I flew in from Idaho, and she is from Colorado, so she was going to be driving back into town anyway to get some laundry done and see her parents.
So, the night of our date came, and we got in the car and headed for The Cheesecake Factory. Well, because we work at a summer camp, it takes a long time to get just about anywhere. As we’re about 30 minutes away from camp, I come to the realization that I had forgotten my wallet at camp.
“Oh my God, I forgot my wallet,” I said. “I am so sorry.”
My date looked at me and replied, “Oh, I didn’t think it was that kind of date. I assumed we were going dutch.” So, we ended up awkwardly eating curry at an Indian restaurant that was close to her house. Afterwards, we went to her house so she could get her laundry done.
So, I guess you could say she took me home to meet her parents, but in reality, she just had to sort her colors from her whites.
Let’s Keep This PG-13, Folks
A few years ago, a friend of mine set me up with a guy. He made us exchange numbers, and we were really hitting it off – by text.
We met up in Idaho Falls and went to the movies, and he seemed really shy and awkward.
But I assumed it was because he was nervous to meet me. Don’t get me wrong, I was nervous too.
The movie started, and he tried to hold my hand the entire time. But I didn’t want to because it was our first date.
I don’t remember what the movie was, but there was a scene when a girl was talking to her friends about a guy’s dick size.
So, the guy reaches for my hand, grabs it, looks over at me and says, “I don’t know why girls worry about that. My dick is the perfect size and will satisfy you in every way,” and winked at me.
I immediately let his hand go, and walked out of the theater.
I haven’t spoken to him since.
Help! I’m Trapped!
I had seen this guy a few times and it was fine. He lived out of town and my car wasn’t great in the snow, so he came to pick me up.
On the drive, I realized I didn’t like him AT ALL. He was somehow both clingy and condescending.
But, I figured, okay, I can make it through tonight and never talk to him again.
Well, he made me dinner and we watched a movie or something. He lived with his parents, and when I was ready to go home his mom said, “What? You can’t go home, it’s snowing outside!” So I stayed the night.
Then, the next day, they insisted that we help clean this nasty house that hoarders had lived in. My job was to go through the pantry and set aside the food that was unopened and unexpired. Everything was covered in mouse poop and they didn’t even have gloves.
We finally got done with cleaning the house and I asked if I could please go home. It had started storming again, so again, I was told, “No, it’s not safe to go home yet.”
I do not understand why I didn’t throw a fit and make someone take me home.
Finally, after three days together, the next morning he took me home. I’ve never been so relieved in my life. On the way home he told me he wanted to move here and go to school so we could be together.
Needless to say, I never went out with him again.
Better Make Sure You’re Meeting the Right Girl…
I matched with this girl on Tinder and we had a pretty good conversation.
Later that night, she called me and said that she was all ready for a date with another guy and had been stood up. So she asked if we could hang out.
I said yes and we sat at my kitchen table and talked and within 20 minutes, she started telling me about her ex-boyfriend and their sex life.
I heard every detail about their intimate problems for hours.
It got really late, and I had an exam the next morning, so I had her leave, but she had parked in the wrong spot and got her car booted, so I waited with her while a family member came to pick her up.
Fast forward a few weeks.
I matched with another girl and we had a date planned for the next day. I have a bad habit of not putting names with numbers in my phone.
The night before the date, I got a text.
“I’m bored, want to go to IHOP?”
I figured she just didn’t want to wait until the next night to meet, so I said sure and went out to meet this girl.
A car pulled up and the window rolled down and it wasn’t the girl I thought it was.
It was the girl who had told me all about her ex’s preferences in bed.
At that point I had to go along with it. Long story short, our second “date” was not successful, and now I am more careful about putting people’s names with their numbers in my phone.
Where was Your First Date? A Graveyard?
My first date was when I was sixteen. At the time I had a vested interest in videography and filmmaking and needed help refining my skills.
It was January, cold as hell, and the boy of my dreams asked me to come with him to film stuff.
This had to have been a dream.
I felt like I was dreaming in the passenger’s seat of his car as we meandered all of the way through Pocatello, talking and talking.
He turned the heater on and I thought to myself, “how it couldn’t get better?”
Well, it could definitely get worse. And the tide inevitably shifted when he finally parked his car… in front of the cemetery.
Yep. My first date was at a cemetery.
His definition of romance was walking around, in sub-zero temperatures when I had no jacket, commenting flatly on gravestones and asking me if I could, “feel death.”
I asked him why we were there and he literally couldn’t come up with a response. He just wanted someone to come with him to the graveyard, I guess.
He never even got his camera out to film or show me anything. We never even talked about videography or film, even though it was the premise on which he took me out.
Blind Date Gone Bad…
I went on a blind double date once with this guy.
He had told be beforehand that he would buy me a ticket to the movie we were going to see, but guess who bought the ticket? Me.
During the movie, he never made eye contact with me, let alone talk to me.
He awkwardly held my hand during the movie and in the car ride over. But, we weren’t sitting anywhere near each other, so my arm was stretched all the way out to the other end of the car.
Once the date was over, he got out and I never heard from him again.
