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My friend’s parents were out of town a few weeks ago and, naturally, she threw a party. Between beer bongs on the deck, I started talking with one of the other party-goers. She told me about a great guy she knew that she thought would be perfect for me. “I’m going to have him Facebook you. You have to go out.” Being the perpetual single girl, I was excited at the prospect. Especially when she told me he was tall, cute and funny.

So when I woke up the next afternoon (it was a crazy night) to find a Facebook friend request from him, I did a little undie-dance around my room.

We had our first date a few days later. We met up for drinks and really hit it off. He was a little bit into himself, but I just wrote it off as a first date thing; everyone tries to sell themselves on the first date. Plus, he was tall, cute and funny, so I was a smitten kitten. Three hours later, he was picking up the tab (a very good sign!) and giving me a kiss on the cheek goodnight.

“I had a really great time tonight,” he told me. “I can’t wait to do this again.” Read More »

After months of being inundated with previews and ads, Tina Fey and Steve Carell’s Date Night is finally premiering tonight. I for one am quite excited; how can a movie with two of my favorite people not be good?

If only I had someone to take me to see it.

For those of you who haven’t turned on the TV in 3 months (or fast-forward through commercials), the movie is about a married couple who’s date night goes totally awry. Now, I’m not married (sorry mom), but I’ve had my fair (or not so fair) share of really bad dates that ended in total disaster. Like the time my then BF wanted to take me out for a really nice date to a sushi restaurant and there was something wrong with my food. Three hours later, we were working together to plunge the toilet and soak up the overflow before it hit the hallway. Talk about romance.

In honor of the movie’s release, and to make me feel a bit better about my cursed love life, this week I asked the CollegeCandy writers to share their own dating horror stories. Tell us about your worst date in the comments section below.

Charlsie – Hollins University: I once dated this guy who thought he was good at everything. When I invited him over to hang out with my friends, we ended up playing the board game Candyland. Mr. I Am The Best At Everything lost, and he ended up getting so upset that he actually threw the Candyland pieces around. The kicker was that his guy thought his greatest attribute was his maturity.

Rachael – University of Miami: The guy I was seeing last semester brought me to his frat’s semi-formal and let his brother hit on me all night for his amusement. Then was annoyed when I asked if I could borrow his coat for the walk home (he had long sleeves and an undershirt, I had a sleeveless dress). Then, to finish off the night, when I asked for help unzipping my dress before he left – making it clear, especially the way things had been going, that I genuinely needed help and that was all – he told me that if I had been implying something, it was okay. So I asked if he wanted to stick around. He thought and responded, “Not tonight.” Read More »

"I think you should leave."

Well, turns out I’m destined to be a spinster for the rest of my life. Might as well start stocking up on cat litter and toe socks now. This past weekend I was kicked off my own date. Sure I’ve had some awkward dates but this is a new low…even for me.

Everything was too good to be true. I met him a birthday party, we exchanged numbers, he actually texted me the next day to plan a date. It was going so well, so fast, that I got ahead of myself. I was halfway to the tattoo parlor, already to get his name permanently put over my heart, when I pulled myself together and decided to wait to see how the date actually went.

And thank god I waited. We met up this weekend at a fancy-schmancy bar which reeked of people with too much money and no idea what to do with it. I don’t see any other reason to spend $25 on a cocktail. Don’t these people know that you can feed a recent college grad for 3 weeks on that money? My date, let’s call him Morgan Goldman Stanley-Sachs, began the evening by mocking my career choice (blogging), my scarf (I was cold), and myself (he referred to me as being absolutely crazy).

By the time we finished our first round of drinks we were full-on fighting. Not the sexy-flirtatious kinda fighting. More like the 7th-grade-girl name-calling, mud-slinging, IM you from a fake screen name kinda fighting. Read More »