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On the worst OKCupid date I ever went on, the guy was 30 pounds heavier than his pics, ate wings like a slob, licked his fingers, and talked about his upset stomach the whole time. It was the worst date in history. We want to hear your online dating war stories, too.


Compared to some of your tales of horror, dinner with Sweaty Rib Guy probably wasn't even that bad. Maybe you had an experience that made you swear off online dating for a while. Maybe you met your spouse on But it's way more fun to hear about the bad stuff. And if you're feeling lonely on this Valentine's Day, you definitely have people to commiserate with over some bad dating luck.

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Bob Sorokanich

Because I think I'm REAL CREATIVE, I decided I was gonna skip the cliche dinner/movie/drinks/whatever date and go for something memorable. So I asked this girl to a rodeo.

A goddamn rodeo.

Which was an hour or so away. So we decided to meet at the mall and take one car. As I pull up, my car breaks down (at the time I drove a Mazda Miata the color of a smurf that was nearly as old as this girl). Smooth city. So we take her car.

And get horribly, horribly lost in deep rural PA.

We finally locate the rodeo, and find out that the bull-riding part of the show doesn't start til around 7pm. It's 3:30.

We wander around the fairground for three-and-a-half hours, see a halfhearted rodeo, drive the hour back to the mall where I ditched my car (getting lost in the process AGAIN), wait another hour for AAA.

The tow truck shows up with three dudes riding in the cab. Two of them absolutely REEK of booze. They can't let me ride in my car while it's on the flatbed for safety reasons. So this chick who has driven my ass all around podunk PA all afternoon now has to drive my ass home, which is 35 minutes in the wrong direction from her place.

And is also my parents' house.

The next day, I texted her to thank her for being so patient and also not leaving me stranded, and in a fit of optimism, say "haha maybe next time will be less disasterous and more fun."

"I think I've had enough fun already," she replied. I never heard from her again.