Story Weekend: Disastrous First Date

Have you ever had a really bad first date? If so, I hope you’ll tell us about it…and squeeze the juicy details into those 100 words!

If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve contributed. As always, there are a few “rules”:

▪ The story must be true

▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge.


  1. Debbie Hearne on January 31, 2015 at 11:01 am

    My disastrous first date led to a disastrous three year marriage! Short, not sweet but true!
    The end.

    P.S. It’s ok, you can laugh. Many moons ago.

  2. Pat Werths on January 31, 2015 at 11:40 am

    It wasn’t actually the first date but the prelude. I had met a guy and he never called back, because my mom called him by another guy’s name (a guy I was avoiding).
    I concocted a very clever ego-building story about needing his advice about stereos, (this was when women didn’t just call men) and called and rambled on nervously for several minutes. When I stopped for a breath, his brother said “I think you want Brad”. That guy is now my brother-in-law…I married Brad!

  3. E.T. on January 31, 2015 at 2:04 pm

    Can you imagine? I can’t remember my first date or how disastrous it was, ot not. My mind draws a blank and I can’t think of any dates until I met Julio the summer of 1959 as one of those sweep me off my feet, fall in love the first time kinds of dates.

    Though, we met somewhat by accident: being at the same place at the same time through friends we had in common, we hit it off right away.

    The disaster was that a year after a most beautiful relationship–we were separated by an ocean and the need to leave behind the encroaching ties of repression in Cuba

  4. Frone Henard on February 3, 2015 at 9:54 am

    Our first encounter was at the meeting of a campus street theater group. Uneventful, but I liked his dog, and he took me home with him to show me his fish. “School is a drag,” he said. “Wanna do something? We could go to Denver to a rock concert.”
    Well, we didn’t. Instead we started sewing… made sleeping bags, backpacks, a tent. We sold all we had and headed east to hike the Appalachian Trail. Quite a long first date. That was in 1972. We’ve been married over 40 years now.

  5. T.M. Haught on February 16, 2015 at 1:54 pm

    I went out on a blind date (arranged by a friend) with a gal who, from the moment I arrived to pick her up, was hyper, nervous, paranoid, and questioning everything in a way that made me more nervous than I already was. “Are you a good driver? I’m sitting on the ‘death side’ of the car!” “Why are your windows tinted dark?” “You do know that I told everyone who I was going out with, just in case?” “Why did you pick this restaurant?” Dinner was awkward. I drove her home and said goodnight. Our first and last date.

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