Listen, we’ve all had some bad dates. Whether it’s the guy who wears a football jersey to a nice restaurant and talking about the improvements he’s making to his parent’s basement (where he lives, natch) or the girl who is clearly just there to get a free meal, some “love connections” are just not meant to be. Still, there are awkward and uncomfortable dates, and then sometimes sh*t just gets… weird.
What do you do if you have a particularly bizarre Tinder date? Take your emotional trauma to Reddit, of course. In today’s AskReddit thread, the brave denizens of the internet shared war stories about the biggest weirdos they ever wined and dined. It’s quite a list. You may feel the urge to delete all dating apps from your phone after reading these. You should probably follow that feeling.
Dapperscavenger thought that some common interests would have saved their ruined plans. They thought wrong.
He took me to the opera, except we never actually got there because, not knowing the area, we didn’t know exactly where it was or how to find it. Later I realized we actually were very close but the opera hall was surrounded by scaffolding, so we didn’t recognize it from the photos.
Instead we went to Pizza Hut. He spent the entire night talking about website design and computers, which was sort of fine as I’m somewhat interested in those things, but he didn’t talk about anything else and, at points, seemed more like he was interrogating me.
Afterwards he said we couldn’t go out together because I knew too much about computers.
It wasn’t an unpleasant evening. It was just a bit strange.
Claireinthesnow was just looking for a fling, but maybe not one with this many strings.
Probably one from about 5 years or so back…
I had just moved to London, and met this guy on a dating website, he was generally not my type. Still, I was fresh out of a long term damaging relationship and trying to meet new people yada, yada.
Fast forward to the date, and he takes a call from a girl and he says to her – ‘oh i’m just in the pub with (male roommates name)’ I can hear her on the other end getting worked up about something and him telling her to calm down. Alarm bells already ringing.
He hangs up the phone and says ‘that was my fiance, but not a real one, just one i’m with for her visa’ At this point I’m already thinking ‘bloody hell’. He continued on with his excuse ‘She also lives with me’ (in his 2 bed apartment with this other roommate – cosy). ‘Oh yeah, I should probably tell you i’m getting married in three weeks’
At this exact point, I just said ‘well, I’m going home’ and start pulling on my coat.
His reply was even more classic, ‘do you want to help me buy groceries first?’
Sprout272 might have to give their next date a background check for petty theft charges.
I went for a meal with this girl I met through a dating app and it was going really well. We started talking about movies and then we decided to go to the cinema to go watch Inception. She said there was a cinema nearby but I didn’t know the area at all, so I used the GPS on my phone and she held it and directed me. Once we got there we started walking inside and I realised I didn’t have my phone in my pocket. I said I must have left it in the car and started to walk back to get it. She was trying to get me to leave it and saying we would miss the film but the phone was only about a week old so I was really paranoid about it. We checked the car for about 10 minutes but we couldn’t find it. I asked her to check her jacket and her bag but she said it wasn’t there. A couple parked next to us so I asked them to ring my number because I couldn’t find it. It started to ring and it was obviously coming from my dates handbag. She took it out and said she must have missed it. I thanked the couple and locked my car and as I turned back around she was walking the other way. I ran to catch up and asked what was going on but she was very dismissive and was barely talking. That’s when I realised it wasn’t an accident and just left her to walk home alone.
Officialswitchfoot unfortunately had to experience& the aggression that often plagues women who are trying to date online.
The first time I ever used Tinder was also my worst experience with Tinder. The date itself was fine – a little stiff – but fine. Typical questions like what are you studying, where did you grow up, etc. We ate dinner and I didn’t plan on meeting up with him again.
The next day I got a text from him saying, “Hey.” I text him back “Hi”. He asks me what’s up, I say not a whole lot what’s up with you…
End up getting a HUGE paragraph back talking about his creative process for writing (and trying to direct) a specific type of porno where women crush rats and tarantulas between their breasts. WHAT THE FUCK
Arrjen realized that there’s no pleasing people who take their jazz too seriously or women who are trying to get back at their ex-boyfriends.
Got asked out by a girl I knew and was sort of interested in, but didn’t really know all that well. We went to an open air jazz concert, not really my thing but sure. Once there she immediately was all over me (hugging, sitting on my lap etc.) Things were going great (or so I thought) It was at that point when things started getting weird: several band members where giving us strange looks from stage, while playing their jazz music. One piano player was mouthing things in our direction, but I couldn’t make out what he wanted. People were rude to me for no reason whatsoever while getting drinks. Long story short: my date knew just about all people there and wanted to get back publicly at her (very large) boyfriend for cheating on her. Don’t hate on me jazzfucks, I’m just an innocent sucka! Awkward ending: I met them both later that evening at the train station and she pretended not to see me.
Unfortunately for boost_world, some sweaters were harmed in the aftermath of this date.
I went on a Tinder date with a guy who is now in my contacts as “Donotanswer Penispic.” Prior to the date he seemed normal. We texted and talked on the phone then arranged to meet at a restaurant/bar. He was cute but definitely bitter about something. He was from California and apparently didn’t like this new city we were in. He started talking about sex and blow jobs and complaining about how uptight everyone here is about sex. He invited the waitress to a party his company was throwing, after sending back the French fries he ordered. I showed him a picture of my dog on my phone; he took out his phone and showed me a picture of his penis. We walked out of the restaurant together to get our cars from the valet. My car came first and I left. He texted me later that he had my sweater (apparently I dropped it on the way out) and if I wanted to see it again I’d have to hang out with him. RIP, sweater.
You can read more here if you want to cringe so deeply into your sofa cushions that you may never escape. Watch out, internet daters. There’s some weirdos out there.