At what point do you walk away from a bad date?  Ever been in a situation that made you think “Sweet feathery Moses what is wrong with this person?  Is there a street I can run into and get hit by a truck transporting cows to a slaughterhouse?”  Got a date from Hell story I thought I’d share with you to laugh and maybe learn from like I did.

Met a woman on Match.com who’s profile showed her to be a responsible single mother of one, very pretty, about my age and looking to meet new people and see what happens.  So we started talking and agreed to meet.  Dinner started off great, we were having a good time and as she starts to tell me her story about the husband who cheated, died in an accident, left her with nothing so she started stripping to pay for school and take care of her kid, got out of stripping and now worked as an accountant for a car dealership.

At the point dinner ended she asked If I wanted to go to hang at this bar that her friend works at . . . we’ll get free beer.  BAM! I’M DOWN!

For the life of me I can’t remember the name of the place but I remember thinking “That’s a strange name for a bar.”  As we walked in it turned out it was the strip club she used to work at.  (I’m sure at this point many of you are screaming “AJ you KAMKUAT  how did you NOT see this coming?)  We went straight for the bar where I met her very topless friend and we were given a pitcher, she pours me a glass then downs the rest like it’s water and she’s been in the desert for a month.  Over the course of the night and several pitchers later, of witch I had one glass from each pitcher, she gets hammered.  Eventually her bartender friend asks me if I can drive her home.  At this point she was on the poles with the girls,  it was a little off putting.

Stuck driving her home I had to carry her out of my car and through her front door where I met her 2 kids, that’s right not 1 but 2 (she forgot to mention child 2 in her profile).  I put her into bed where she jumps like a slutty little ninja on me.  At this point I was pissed and said “Get the F**K OFF ME!!!”  she stands up and proves the old saying. . . A Weeble will wobble but it won’t fall down.”  Hits me in the chest and crawls into bed calling me any and every derogatory name (plus a few new ones I learned that night) in the book.

So I shared my story? What was your date from Hell?