The date ended with a somewhat unwanted sloppy kiss beside my parents’ van in the parking lot, and a strong desire to never see this human being again. I’d let it slip where I worked, which was a fair distance from where I met him where he lived. Once he got hired, I requested shift times that did not overlap with his. When I was 17, this guy from the high school across town would not stop texting me.
If you’ve ever felt like love is a battlefield loaded with shitty dudes waiting to stomp on your heart while making you pick up the cheque (or at the very least waste your precious time), have no fear—we’ve been there. 3, FLARE staff have generously shared their most terrible dating stories.I set up one such first date at the pub down the street from my house. “I’m driving to the subway station,” my date wrote.In the hour leading up to the date, my phone would not. Fifteen minutes later: “I’m getting on the subway.” Twenty minutes later: “I’m getting off the station.” Two minutes later: “I’m walking up the street.” Cool story bro, just get here.From not-so-discreet hook-up requests to poop-stained PJ pants, here are tragic things that have happened to us IRL.You’re welcome, and no, we’re not sorry for sharing.It was only when I was recounting this story to my friends later that night that we realized, T was stoned the entire time.