My daughter went on her first date on Saturday - on her return we asked if she had a good time - ok was the reply - did he walk you home - he asked but I can do that myself - not sure she's got the hang of this yet. Got me thinking about disastrous dates of which I've had a few !!
Have any of you had any funny/disastrous dating experiences ?
When I was 19 I went out for a drink with a bloke in his 20s. On the way home, we were travelling at about 50MPH along a 60MPH limit A road when someone reversed at speed on to the road out of a pub car park straight in front of us. My date swerved to avoid the car but had to swerve back in as there was also a car in the other lane coming towards us. We ended up upside down half in the front room of a house as we crashed through the patio doors.
I momentarily thought I was dead as I was a bit disorientated, everything was upside down and it was deathly quiet, but after what seemed an eternity, someone pulled me out of the car.
When the Police arrived they were mainly concerned with breathalysing my date as he was very disorientated but it turned out he had concussion which wasn't diagnosed until the next day. The pub landlord said a person had rushed in just as they were closing looking for somewhere to stay and smelling strongly of alcohol. I wonder if that man knew if we survived the crash he caused or not. I still have the scar on my leg.
CazSoul wrote (see)
Back in my yoof when I was still living at home, I was on a tight curfew and had to be home by 10... extremely embarrassing for a 17year old...
That's one of the reasons I left home at 17!
On one of my first dates, the boy I was going to the pictures with suggested we meet at the cinema, which was some way from where I lived.
I looked up the bus timetable, to see how long it took, and so make sure I got there on time. However, you know (now, anyway) that bus timetables are works of fiction, and I was rather late...
He had waited for me, though
It did leave me with a real anxiety problem about being late for things, for many years after that.
Blimey Parklife, not one you'd forget in a hurry!
Me too on the stupid curfew. One of my first dates was to the cinema, we had to leave just after the film started to get me in by whatever ludicrous time I had to be home. The beautiful relationship didn't last......
The thing that strikes me is how much more honest this generation can be with their parents than we could. When I was 17 and doing my A levels, the curfew time got more sensible, the places I was allowed to go didn't. One of my low points was getting the train back from town after going to a disco (that dates me.....) at Manchester Poly. Mother thought I was at the church youth club in the village, which was all fine and dandy until one of her colleagues got on the same train, leaving me to have a less than comfy journey hiding on the floor between the seats.
Hash, I almost NEVER told my mother where I was actaully going, because I knew that she'd say I couldn't!
Asking her why not would only get me a "because I say so!"
Even with the benefit of adult hindsight, I cannot see what her reasoning was.
My first-ever date was with a girl I'd fancied for ages. I was 15. I asked her to the local leisure centre, to the swimming pool. When I was getting changed I lost the cord in my trunks and spent about half an hour trying to thread the damn thing back through. By the time I got to the pool they were already calling us out (we had the colour wristband scheme back then) and she was anyway being chatted up by the lifeguard. After our (or her) swim we met up in the cafe and she asked for a hot chocolate. As I got to the table with it, I tripped over and sent the whole lot splashing all over her and the table.
I didn't get the second date.
Just as well, because although she was gorgeous back then I saw her on a recent visit to my home town and she looked very blowsy.
CazSoul wrote (see)Back in my yoof when I was still living at home, I was on a tight curfew and had to be home by 10... extremely embarrassing for a 17year old...
Hashette wrote (see)
Me too on the stupid curfew.
Me three on curfew....
But it wasn't enough to make me leave a party at 10pm... oh no....
My dad would insist on picking me up from whereever I was...
with hindsight tho.... looking at what's become of those kids who at age 16 could stay out until whenever, maybe it was a good deal after all...
You were allowed out while you still lived at home?
Didn't date anyone till I was 19 and had left home, then spent the next few years making up for lost time.
I ruined a first date for my 13 year old elder sister. She'd fancied this bloke for ages and was completely over-joyed when he invited her to the local pub disco. She made me swear not to tell our parents and in return, she lent me her favourite t-shirt.
So, anyway that night I had an accident and ended up in A&E. Dad was worried that my sister would come home from her 'evening with her mates' and find the house empty and broken glass everywhere. He forced me to tell him where she was. He went off to get my Mum from work and the Police were dispatched to get my 13 year old sister out of the pub. Pub disco was closed down after that, which made my sister very unpopular with her peers.
Any of my dating disasters pale into insignificance compared with some of these!
As for the curfew, I lived with my dad from the age of 16 and he always gave me complete freedom - he trusted me not to do anything too irresponsible, and he was right. As a result I never had any desire to rebel. It all depends on the individual of course - some kids will abuse the freedom they're given, others will rebel against restriction. I can't imagine it's an easy decision to make as a parent.
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