One of my very worst dates happened on my fourth date with a guy who was funny, warm and witty (plus all the shallow stuff: tall, blonde, great body, etc). The first two dates had gone fantastically well. We had quite a bit of email and phone contact in between and were getting along really well. At the end of the third date, we had a lingering kiss. It was far as we had gone at that point though the festivities looked very likely to heat up on our next encounter.
For our fourth date, we went to a bar for drinks and tapas. Again, everything was going great. I make it a policy to never play around with my cellphone on a date but I was expecting an urgent work call. I explained this and he was fine with it so I had my phone, set to silent, on the table.
He excused himself to go to the restroom for what seemed like a long time. While he was away, I got a little “beep” on my phone to let me know I had a message. It wasn’t work but a message from him. Thinking it was maybe a suggestive “can’t wait to kiss you again/you’re looking great” type message, I opened it.
I was nonplussed to find that it was a close up picture of his (not inconsiderable, I might add) fully ‘alert’ male member, clearly taken in the restroom because his suit pants could just be seen in the picture. That’s how close up it was! I like to think I am pretty open-minded but it came as quite a shock to me that some serious flirtation and a pretty intense kiss had prompted the X-rated photographic effort!
About two minutes later, he came charging back into the bar looking like he was about to throw up. Before I had a chance to say a word, he launched into a garbled apology.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry, I can’t believe I did that, I don’t know what I was thinking … what a stupid thing to do … what a stupid mistake to make …”
Ok so far, I thought.
Then, he continued.
“I sent it to the wrong person in my address book!”
There may be only one thing worse than a date you have only kissed but have high hopes for sending you shots of his penis from the bar restroom. That would be the date you have only kissed but have high hopes for sending SOMEONE ELSE his penis pix from the bar restroom while on he’s on a date with you.
Originally published on My Very Worst Date