Monday, July 12, 2010

Worst Date Ever

I've been reading a lot of blogs lately about horrifying (and hilarious) dates people have gone on.  It seems to be a theme, so I'm getting in on it too.  (And so are you, in the comments.)

One time just after high school a boy I liked asked me out and I said yes.  He thought it would be fun to go "bird" hunting.  Okay, whatever.  I wasn't picky.  As long as they bought me food I was game for anything.

I wouldn't exactly call myself an "outdoorsy" person.  I like to go outside when it's between 70 and 85 degrees, with little or no wind, and lots of sun.  That is, of course, unless I'm sunburned from the last time it was 70 to 85, not windy and sunny.  Then I'd rather just sit in the shade and read a book.  I knew this was going to be an outdoor date and in my mind I pictured us walking hand in hand lazily along a nice path in a sun-dappled forest.  I really really hoped no birds would actually get hunted because I like birds and I hate the smell of gun powder.

There was no sun-dappled forest, and no lazy hand-holding walk.  He picked me up in a filthy SUV and he had a gigantic golden retriever with him.  I was a little disappointed to also see a gun.  I was kind of hoping "bird-hunting" was date-code for "going in the woods and making out," but apparently, he really did want to take me to kill animals.  Fun.

I guess I never knew what bird hunting involved.  I always thought it was just walking through the woods looking for partridge and then shooting them.  I never gave much thought to what happens after that.  As far as I knew, they just magically appeared on a platter, cooked to a perfect golden brown, and tasted delicious.  Oh, how wrong I was. 

First of all, there was no walking in the woods.  We drove along a rutted dirt road going about 25 miles an hour, and if I knew I was going to have to withstand so much jostling, I would have worn a sports bra, but my date spent all his time with his head out the window and his eyes peeled for birds, oblivious to any jostling or discomfort.  He couldn't hear anything I said with his head out the window either and whenever he saw me talking he would say, "Are you looking for birds?"  No, no I wasn't.   I was mostly holding my boobs and fighting with his dog who was a little put out that I was sitting in his regular spot.  Neither one of us wanted to sit on the garbage on the floor, or on the garbage in the back seat. 

Suddenly Mr. Wonderful slammed on the brakes and he and the dog jumped out of the truck and I heard a shot.  I got out to see the dog jump into a flooded ditch, swim across and then race into the woods, coming back with a partridge.  I was proudly shown the dead bird (ew) and then to my horror, my date bent over, stepped on the little birdy's feet, pulled on his wings, and the feet and guts all came out at once.  Oh my god, that was about the most horrifying thing I've ever seen. Five minutes before that little bird was just minding his own business, sitting in a tree, probably thinking about how cool it is to lay eggs, and then boom:  he was shot, then a dog got him, then his little feet were stepped on and he no longer had guts.  I must have looked as horrified as I felt because Mr. W. said, "Are you okay?  That's how it's done.  I thought everyone knew that."  (I did NOT know that...Did you know that?)  Then he asked me if I wanted to try to shoot one and handed me the stinky gun.  Um... No thanks.

We got back in the truck, and the dog, who was now dripping wet with ditch water sat in my seat before I could get there.  The seat was soaked.  Mr. W. shooed him out of the seat and offered it to me (ah chivalry), and I sat in it for about five seconds and then my pants were soaked, so I kneeled on the garbage with my arms up on the dash instead.  The dog saw that I was not going to be using my seat, so he jumped up from the back seat to reclaim his spot.  Like all dogs, he had to turn around a few times before he could sit, and on one of the passes he stopped with his wet ass by my face and let out a total wind fart.  It just went "hoooooo" with no resistance at all right on my cheek.  I could actually feel the wind of it.  Mr. W. saw this and laughed so hard I thought we would crash.  I told him I wanted to go home, and to his credit, he turned right around and headed home, still laughing.

But wait, we still haven't come to the worst part of the date yet.

He kept his head out the window on the way back, still hunting for birds.  I was watching him and I saw him not-so-secretly pick a huge booger out of his nose and then leave it on his finger in the wind.  He happened to glance at me and saw what I'm sure was a look of absolute disgust and said, "What? I'm letting it dry."

I'm not even kidding. 

What was your worst date?


  1. Oh, that one made me laugh. What an excellent memory. Thank goodness for bad times, gives us something to laugh about. Wish I only had one such tale to tell....

    always so fun to stop over here....

  2. Mitch says that Mr. Wonderful was probably just putting me through a series of tests.

    Mitch also says that he was a guy who girls probably think of as their worst dates. He says he's not a good dater. I said, "Really? You were that guy?" He said, "YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS!"

    Mitch also says thank you to Mr. W. for setting the bar so low.

  3. If this is a contest for worst date of all time, I can't see you coming in any lower than second place (though first seems to be well in reach).

  4. Congrats on your blog being so popular that you now can't talk about people candidly!

    This sounds like the worst date ever. Bird hunting? Really? I judge you a little for saying yes to that.

    Haha, good story, though!

  5. Dating in the Falls...sounds normal to me, although I never did get taken out hunting. You lucky girl.

    Can you email me Mr. Wonderful's name? I swear I'll only tell Jill.


  6. Time for a secret email...I think. It's wasn't my brother was it?? No...we didn't have a dog :)

  7. I had a date with a guy named Shelby when I lived in San Diego...we went to Tijuana and he tried to sell me to a mexican man...that was a pretty bad date.

  8. Ok, I've got to know who the hell this guy was!!! Not LES??? EWWWW....your worst boyfriend EVER.

  9. OMG

    I am crying- thru tears of laughter ;)


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