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Now, I have lost a parent, but it's certainly not my first date conversation. That was the last time he was quiet—for the rest of the date, all he did was talk about his dead parents (how they died, when they died, how he couldn’t be sympathetic to family members because he’s the one who lost the parent, etc.), and how I made more money than him (not that he knew how much money I earn). 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.I was seriously looking for a nice, down-to-earth guy that had similar interests and was looking for a nice, normal girl. This is an excerpt of an email I sent to all my friends after the date from hell. Profile: Mr Mc Steamy Wants children: Yes College: Cornell Works in: Finance Drinking: Socially Salary: I'll tell you later What he wants: 5'0' to 5'9', smart, inquisitive, fun-loving girl to share life with."We met at Coffee Shop in Union Square. He agreed, and we planned to meet at Penn Station to the bar together."I get there and can't find him anywhere, so I call his phone.
We talk for a few minutes and he asks me to write my email in one of the pages, while he looks away, and when he gets to it, he’ll email me. We part ways and I think, ‘Wow that was easy.’"Fast-forward to a week later when this guy emails me to meet up for a drink. If you walked down a red carpet what designer would you wear? ' 'Susie had a big ol' jam at so-and-so's the other weekend, got me a 45-minute blow job in the back room.' Buddy beamed, turning to me. If you fell off your chair at what velocity would you fall? Polite intros were made, and when I turned around to order a drink, buddy casually tossed out, 'Clowned up, lately? Shrugging his shoulders, Steve mumbled, 'Not since Jan's party a while back—you? 'Me: 'Haha' (eye roll)Him: 'I'm gonna use the little boys' room. Moments later, he proceeded to go on a seemingly unrelated tangent about how everyone in the world 'has their price.' He told me I had a price.
It's diff—they don't judge you and the judges don't face the singers.'Him: 'Should we turn around? I nodded along, asked questions, and told myself that maybe I would learn something interesting about Sam Walton..I could tell there was something off about this dude.
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.