great descriptions online dating - Funniest dating disasters

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But because we love sharing our deepest innermost feelings and desires with YOU, we've asked you, our Big Apple readers, to submit your worst (albeit best! To make sure you're not sweating the prospect of being single forever, we've narrowed down our favorites (or least favorites, depending on how you look at it) to eight tales so truly horrific, you'll be ready to swear off men forever (plus accompanying artwork from The Blake Wright). 'Me: 'I normally drink Champagne, but I heard the Mojitos are great here, so I will go with that.' Him:'I'm on my fourth cup of coffee.'Me: 'Oh, rough night last night? Yes, that’s right, he showed up in full Civil War garb complete with a pipe and a gruff, antiquated speech pattern. ' I didn’t really hear from him after that, except for a text telling me that he lost his i Pod on the field, to which I replied, 'bummer.'""I met him on Ok Cupid. He invited me to meet him for drinks and asked me for a bar suggestion.

Okay, that's a lie, but click through to read first-person tales*—from a literal blind date to a Civil War fanatic—that you'll be sharing again and again. Or do."We all know that meeting in NYC can be difficult, and since I have lost count of the numerous people I know that have met on JDate or Match.com, I signed myself up on a dating site. The idea of being 'punked' crossed my mind, but it was clear that Henry, a cute, IT guy by day, was living in an era gone-by, when, as we exited to barhop over to R bar, he paused to light his pipe while cursing the 'blasted wind,' and began to tell a ghost story from the reenacted battlefields."And as he said goodbye to me and opened my cab door like a gentlemen, he asked for a second date. He seemed great, an engineer, 5'10" with dark brown hair, lives close by, very smart. Seeing as we are both Yankees fans, I asked him if he'd like to head to a sports bar to watch a game.

My date tried to impress me by arguing with the cops.

He looks nice, attractive, tall (about 6’2'), dark, handsome. I make eye-contact and ask him what he writes in his journal, to which he gives me a nice smile and tells me that he journals about people on the subway, writes song lyrics and just doodles.

So I’m riding the 6 Train, doing a test run on how I will get to my new job, when a guy walks on the subway and I notice that we have the same journal.

' To which he replied, 'I told her I was at my high-school basketball game' (!!! All I could do was laugh and tell him that we very quickly needed to part ways.

' He looked at me and said, 'I’m a sophomore in high school.' I guessed he was about 16-years-old... He told me he still would like to be friends, and I quickly said, 'Where the hell does your mom think you are right now?!

What weighs more, 100 pounds of gold or 100 pounds of feathers? '); and the finer points of patent-leather platform boots ('They're much more comfortable than you think, am I right? My proper Midwestern upbringing (and lack of a decent date in months) kept me numbly agreeing and dancing by his side, and then finally allowing him to walk me home.

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