So I was going through some old posts and ran across this one from 2012. I went through the comments because I vaguely remember someone posting their worst date and it involved crack. Here is the comment:
Back before I came out of the closet, I think I was about 20. I began having little conversations with one of the loan officers at my bank.
He was a handsome guy.. Older than me by 10 years but still, nice, respectable, intelligent. Anyway he asked me to go out with him on Valentines day and since I didn’t have any plans, I said yes.
Well, we decided that he would pick me up at the bank. he said he had something special planned and admittedly, I was pretty excited. The something special turned out to be dinner at his house. I was a bit thrown off but, it was nice that he was cooking dinner.. Riiight.
Well, we arrived at his place, candles were lit.. Wine was chilling.. The setting was really nice and cozy.
We had a really great conversation for about 20 mins when he stopped and said he needed to ask if I would be ok with something. I asked what? From under the couch cushion, he pulls out a crack pipe, and crack of course. He said he’d already started before he picked me up and just wanted to finish…..
I told him that I would just like to go home. He tried to talk me into staying by explaining why crack was ok.. I started crying. Like crying really hard. He then asked if he could pray for me..
I said.. Yeah as long as your going to drop me off afterwards. Well this fool placed his hand on my forehead and prayed to God that I get over my hangup about crack. I mean he started off with”Oh Lord” and everything.
I ended up grabbing my jacket and walking to pay phone to call a friend-to pick me up.
Yes, it’s a true story and up until now only my best friend knew about it.
Since we have some new members here tell us class your best and/or worst date, lets see if anyone can top this worst date story.