Hahaha, hmmm… I have a tie for the worst date between two I went on my freshman year of college:
The first was with a guy I met at a drag show. He got lost on the way to meet me for lunch after insisting he could find it, spent most of our date bragging to me how none of his coworkers could believe he was a virgin and telling me how he’d lost his athletic scholarships due to a self-inflicted injury that was the result of losing a game, and finally was reluctant to pay the bill, skeptically asking me if the nice Italian place we were at took plastic.
The second was an old friend from my church youth group who I’d reconnected with at one of the half-dozen parties I went to that year. He picked me up and immediately almost got us t-boned at an intersection, which was not a good start. We ate some ice cream at his house and started to watch Edward scissorhands, but that largely consisted of me avoiding his not-so-sexy make out attempts. This was followed by me showing him my book and him having an emotional meltdown which I was totally unequipped to handle, so I made an excuse for him to take me home.
In hindsight, those guys both really needed to feel someone care about them, I was just not prepared to be that person on either of those occasions.