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The only bad dates I've had have paled into insignificance compared to those above.
Mine have just been people I have immediately realised I have no interest in and do not find attractive. One man turned up with a "special" bag, from a shop his friend's Dad used to own. He'd made a big thing about being able to recognise him by his bag and it was just a carrier bag. It went downhill from that point!
Another sounded so confident and sensual that I chose my underwear for the date very carefully, confident that things would be taken further. When I met him he was more like Uriah Heep. I actually walked past him on the street because his whole demeanour was so not what I was expecting.
In many cases I just ended up drinking them under the table and then ignoring their calls for as long as it took them to get the message. Pretty awful behaviour I know. My current single status is no doubt karmic revenge.
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