I was set up by my friend to go on a double date and talked to him on the phone a few times before we met. H called me “babe” on the phone, which bugged me. So H picked me up (on time) in his Dodge Viper. He started the night off right by even bringing me a little gift (a pair of cheap hot pink sunglasses). We met my friend and her husband at the restaurant. During the conversation, he kept poking me with his elbow. Also, since the NCAA games were playing, he kept getting up to check the score. Since we were with with my friend and her husband, he probably felt this was OK to do, but I thought it was kind of rude. Then we went to a bar to hang out for a while. My friend and her husband had to leave shortly after to relieve their babysitter. After they left I started feeling like I wanted to leave too, so I said I was fighting a headache and was ready to call it a night.

On the way home, he started speeding, and before I could even say anything, he lost control of the car, went spinning, and hit the brick wall on the entrance to the highway. It was so scary! I kept screaming. He kept driving even though his car was clearly structurally damaged, but luckily we were a few minutes away from my house and we made it there. We got out and inspected the car, and he asked if he could come in and relaxed a few minutes. I said yes, and we sat down on the couch to watch the game for a few. He had booked a hotel room at a nearby casino that night (since he lives about 45 minutes away), so I offered to drive him to the hotel and leave his car in my driveway, and we could deal with it in the morning. But he was adamant about getting his car home, and then getting his other car to drive back to the hotel. I told him I was concerned for him to be driving his car like that (what if his tire fell off or something like that), but he said he would take side streets instead of the highway and drive 25-30 Mph. So I said him goodnight, and he texted me when he got home to say he made it.

I was sore the morning after and still shaken up. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I don’t know if he was trying to show off for me and thats why he sped up, or if that’s truly the way he drives normally and it was just a fluke. But I never went out with him again. I told my friend and she was sooo happy we were ok, but joked that she’s never setting me up again!

My first job was at a small grocery store. I was in my early 20′s and had spent a few years after high school not really doing much. I had gained weight and decided if I was going to lose any weight I would need to get a job. A few months into my job and I had lost about 45 pounds. I was happy with how I looked and my co-workers were beginning to compliment me as well. One of my co-workers mentioned that his girlfriend’s brother was looking for a date to take to a carnival coming up in a few weeks. I must have turned him down three or four times and insisted I wasn’t going on any blind dates. It just wasn’t me.

My co worker was persistent. He would always describe the brother as friendly, nice, funny and fun to be around. After awhile I felt bad about not really giving the blind date thing a chance and said, “What the hell.” I gave the pesky co worker my phone number. The set up date and I spoke on the phone and make plans to meet after work. We (in his truck) would drive to the carnival and meet up with some of his friends. He picked me up the next day. I have a thing about guessing what kind of person someone is by how they keep their vehicles. His was a new model and well kept. The inside was suprisingly clean and I complimented him on his choice of music (my favorite band at the time). I was begining to think this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

The carnival was a short 20 minute drive away. Before we pulled into the parking lot I noticed a baseball bat behind the driver’s seat. I was going to mention to him that I too enjoyed baseball and ask if he played in any recreational leagues. The words that came out of my mouth, however, went something like, “Hey what’s the bat back there for?” He didn’t skip a beat with his reply. I swear I will never forget it. “Oh, that thing? I keep it with me at all times. You see, I have alot of people after me right now and I never know when I might need it,” followed by, “should we buy the tickets now or do you want to wait and eat first?”

As soon as I got out of the truck I pretended to feel sick and told him I needed to find a restroom. He said he would wait there for me. As I walked away I was putting together a plan to hide the body of my co worker the next day. On my way to the restroom I ran into a few of my high school friends and never looked back.

I live in Los Angeles and when I first moved here, my work friend “Chris” set me up with his friend “Robert,” who was a talent agent. Robert IM’d me one day at work to see if I wanted to go on a date. Since it would be my first time meeting him, I decided to make it a lunch date. He was kinda cute and we were hitting it off, but when the waitress took our order, he said he’d pay separately. I was confused, but shrugged it off. We went on a few more dates and I was getting bored because he only talked about heavy metal music and sports. I decided to give him one more chance when he asked me out to dinner and a concert. The conversation was great and he even paid (until this point, we only went to places that didn’t cost anything). That weekend, he asked me out on another dinner and concert date.

This time, we went to a Mexican restaurant where he made me try their famous margarita. It tasted like lighter fluid. Then, I tried to order chicken enchiladas, but he insisted I order tamales. I told him I didn’t eat red meat but he ordered them for me anyways. During dinner, our conversation turned to the low pay that Hollywood assistants get. He told me he used to live off the oatmeal and soups in his company’s kitchen, and I told him that the assistants at his company made far more than where I worked. Then came the check.

He reached into his pockets and said, “Oops, I forgot my wallet in the car.” I just stared at him.

“You mean you left your wallet in the car that’s in the parking lot?” I asked. He nodded.

I was mortified, but paid for the meal I didn’t eat. We got into his car and he said, “Hey I’m sorry about that. I know you’re an assistant and that this will set you back a bit.”

Next he dropped me off at home saying he hadn’t showered yet and wanted to before the concert. I was appalled, but also relieved because I knew this was my getaway. Once at home, I called Robert and told him that something came up. That Monday, I told my friend about the date and he felt bad. He said he would make it up to me by taking me out to dinner on Valentine’s Day. He chose a place up the street from me and I said I’d meet him there. After sitting in the restaurant for 45 minutes, with all calls going to voicemail, I knew I had been stood up. Months later I was hired at the same talent agency that Robert works at and my boss ended up sharing an office with him. No one at work knows this story!

MVWD was back in 1989, when I had just moved into a new town and begin my first real job. I was working for an area fitness center and had the opportunity to meet many people, but not many who I would call dating material. Keep in mind that I was living in a small town and everyone knew everyone. So a co-worker set me up with a friend of hers to attend a Halloween costume party. I went dressed as a reporter thinking that way I could look nice and also not give the wrong impression. My blind date showed up at my apartment dressed in a trench coat and socks and shoes. I didn’t ask him what he was dressed as until we were driving to the party.  He said he would tell me at the party so I thought he dressed as a woman.

Much to my shock when we arrived at the party he was dressed as a flasher. Now his private parts were covered with fur-covered jock strap, but he was walking around the whole time at the party flashing everyone. Obviously I did not socialize much with him at the party. When it was time to go home he asked why I didn’t talk much and all could say was that I really didn’t think we were  going to hang out much. I did not go out with him again but he kept showing up at my door on off for a couple weeks still wondering why I didn’t like him.