What was your worst date?

My girlfriends have been bugging me about the hottie firefighter I met a few nights ago. And as a result of their badgering, we started talking about good dates and bad dates.

I firmly believe that I have had more bad dates than any single girl should have. It almost seems unfair. There are some small bad ones worth mentioning...like the guy that kept answering his cell phone while we were having dinner or the guy that actually asked me if I swallowed. But one date in particular was shining far brighter than the rest. It was the killer of all bad dates. I won't use names to protect the innocent...

"David" was a friend of mine and introduced me to his friend, "Adam." One night we all had dinner together and at the end of the night Adam asked me out. I said yes and we did the whole number exchange thing. Hours before our date, Adam called and said that his car broke down and it was in the shop. Instead of rescheduling, I offered to drive. I'm really not one of those high maitenance girls that demands a guy to drive and I didn't see any problem with it.

I picked him up and he said, "I know this perfect restaurant, you will love it." We got to the hole-in-the wall steak joint and went in. First of all, he knew I did not eat beef and he took us to a steak joint. For me, this was the first true sign that things were going downhill.

The restaurant was kinda cozy and even had a "down-home" Texas charm to it. There were only 3 other couples in there so it was quaint. It was a restaurant Laura Ingalls Wilder would have frequented. But the menu was lacking. They kinda did family style meals with only 2 things on the menu. The 2 menu items were steak and venison. Ewww! I opted for a small salad...I'm such a girl.

During dinner he told me that he wanted to start a new religion that is a blend of Catholicism and Scientology. I tried to follow and I even asked him some loaded questions. But I just ended up confused and feeling the need to pray the rosary. Then he made some crass comment about mixed race marriages and how they are "damaging to society." I guess he seems to have forgotten that the little Latina sharing a meal with him has an English last name.

The check came and my small dinner salad was $4. I had water so with tax and tip, blah blah blah, I owed maybe $6.00. Adam's steak dinner with all the fixins' was $18.00. I never expect a man to pay for my meals, I always offer to at least pay for my half. Sometimes, men refuse my money and pay for the meal...which is fine. And sometimes I pay for my share...which is also fine. This time, I took ten bucks out of my purse and put it on the table, he just picked it up and put it in his pocket. Then he paid for the whole ticket with his credit card...keeping my ten and giving me no change. I'm certainly not in desperate need of 4 bucks, but it's the principal of the thing. It's rude, man!

We were walking out of the restaurant and he said he needed to stop by the bathroom. They were right at the entrance so I politely waited for him. It was a single stall bathroom so I knew he wouldn't be long. The walls were so thin, I could actually hear him peeing. Ewww. Then I heard the toilet flush and immediately the bathroom door flew open. As he walked out, I could still hear the water rushing down the toilet and he was fixing his belt. Which means he did NOT wash his hands. Grody! I was so afraid that he would touch me and it panicked me to think that he'd be touching the interior of my car with those pissy fingers.

On the way home he actually suggested that we catch a movie. I told him "no dice," and drove right back to his house. As we pulled up into the driveway, he said, "Oh, I guess my roommate must be home." I noticed that his garage door was open and his Honda was sitting in there! I recognized it from the night David, Adam and I went out to dinner. I said, "Isn't that your car?" He said, "Yeah, I'm taking it to the shop tomorrow." I said, "I thought you said it was already in the shop." He said, "No, no. You should try to listen better, that's not what I said." Ugh! What a prick!

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to walk him to the door or just kick him right out of my car. So I just sat there in my seat and said, "Well, goodnight." That ass actually leaned in for a kiss and I dodged him with one of those side hugs...the kind you give those distant acquaintances who don't deserve a full on hug. Then he said, "Maybe you'd like to come in for a while. I make the best breakfast." My jaw dropped and he saw it. So I'm sure he was not surprised when I said, "No, not even if Jesus was scrambling the eggs."

So anyway...that's my bad date story. What was your worst date?