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17 Horrifying First Date Stories You Should Only Read If You Never Plan On Dating Again

2. First of all, DON’T GET MURDERED BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO BE POLITE:

I met this guy from work. I was only working in the area for a little while, but we live in the same city. He asked me out on Valentine’s Day and since that never happens to me I said yes.

We go out that evening and we get to the restaurant. No reservation was set, but that’s okay we can walk around and wait. But during the walk he tells me some deep, dark stuff. Stuff that you should be telling a close friend or family member. This sets off few flags for me, but I encourage venting and I like helping people through hard times.

Then he goes on of how he thinks we’re meant together, and how perfect we are, and he told his parents about me and stuff (again first date, knew him through very few convos at work). More red flags.

We get a call from the restaurant, eat, and end up going back to his place. I wanted to head back to mine, but I was super uncomfortable asking so I stayed. We watched a movie, and then after he told me I can take the bed and he would take the couch. I didn’t welcome him into the bed with me, and he didn’t pressure me into doing so. I said thank you, closed the door to the bedroom, and went to go sleep.

So I fall asleep pretty fast, but the sound of footsteps wake me up. I then hear the door open and pretend I’m still sleeping. I hear him step up toward the bed, and he stands there for what feels like an hour but was probably five minutes. I’m terrified at this point.

He leaves, and I eventually fall asleep again.

In the morning he makes me breakfast, and then drives me home. I sat awkwardly in his car as he’s fumbling saying goodbye, and then offer me a handshake. I shook his hand, and I didn’t go on anymore dates with him.

1. Sounds like a…thriller:

We met at work. He picked me up from my desk for our date. He was dressed as Michael Jackson – surgical mask, one glove, tape round his fingers. He looked absurd, especially as he was white, blond, chubby and 5’5″. My eyes nearly fell out of my head. I think I panic shouted at him to get rid of the MJ accessories and he did. We went out to eat and throughout dinner he was quaking with nerves, unable to make eye contact and would only talk about Michael Jackson. Then we had to go to a Virgin Megastore so he could buy Moonwalker on DVD. I told my friend about the date and her advice was to ‘give him another chance, he’s probably nervous’.