Dating horror stories from the Over60 community
<p>The path to love is fraught with bad dates, amazing dates, and completely forgettable dates. Then there are those rendezvous that redefine the meaning of the word “bad” and remain planted in your memory for the rest of your life!</p>
<p>Last month, we asked the Over60 community to share their dating horror stories, and honestly, some of them are enough to put us off dating for a long, long time…</p>
<p><strong>1. A really “hot” date</strong></p>
<p>“I'd never eaten spicy food before (it was the 70s) and a lovely young ambo took me to a Malaysian restaurant. The dishes he chose were so hot that my lips and mouth went completely numb, so it was some time before I realised my nose was dripping onto my plate. He looked horrified. Then, on the silent trek back to his car later, my English-food-accustomed gut started growling and making gas. I tried so hard to keep it in but was horrified when I popped a real cracker. I scraped my foot along the ground, trying to make the same sound but he wasn't fooled. Never asked me out again.” – Toni Sands</p>
<p><strong>2. A not-so-happy New Year</strong></p>
<p>“Where do I start? I was left in the car on New Year's Eve while my new boyfriend went to see if we could crash a party. We could. Actually, he did. Half an hour after midnight he came back. Another time, I was going to a party with my boyfriend (another one) and we were accosted by a girl demanding why he hadn't picked her up. I'm now too old for this crap!” – Noni Primrose.</p>
<p><strong>3. Not quite Prince Charming</strong></p>
<p>“About three years after my husband passed away, a friend set me (then 53) up with a blind date – apparently this guy had seen me at one of her get-togethers and asked for a 'meet up'. The 'date' was in a group situation at her boyfriend’s darts club championship (at a pub), so I said ‘OK’ despite not being much of a drinker.</p>
<p>“So here I am, sitting with a group of people I had barely met before, when she gets a stricken look on her face as she stares across to the bar. I turn slightly to see a man front up to the bar dressed in work gear (I have nothing against tradies – I married one), ratty shorts, a bogan shirt over a singlet, concrete encrusted work boots and socks – he obviously hadn't gone home to shower and change after work despite it being 8pm and hours after dark.</p>
<p>“He proceeded to sit and stare at me for over an hour and a half, drinking beer after beer – she was mortified at his behaviour as he slumped lower and lower on the bar stool – finally, he stood (like a sapling quaking in a raging storm), took one step and fell flat on his face out cold, where he stayed until the darts tournament finished and a couple of the guys loaded him into the back of his ute and took him home. He did not say a single word to me – a few days later he apparently asked my friend for another 'date' with me but I declined.” – Natasha Devereux.</p>
<p>Do you have a disaster date story? Share it with us in the comments below!</p>
