Worst Date Ever Stories

It's the day after Valentine's day, so that can only mean one thing:

Time to share Worst Date Ever Stories!

I will tell you mine, and I want to hear yours too! Leave them in the comments section, or email me at starspangledstockings (at) yahoo (dot) com and I will post them as a guest blog.

To get the creative juices flowing, take a look at this from The Globe and Mail. Some of those stories are hilarious! Recreational eye patch!? Who does that?

OK, here goes.

I've had some real doozies of bad dates, but hands down, the worst date I ever had was with a Greek policeman on Mount Olympus.

During grad school, I spent a summer in Athens. I am pretty adventurous and open to new experiences, so when I met a policeman who asked me out for coffee, I said sure and gave him my cell phone number. He called a few days later and said something about how he still wanted to go out for coffee but he was leaving town for the weekend to go visit his family in Mt. Olympus and said he knew it was short notice but would I like to go with him?

I saw this as a great opportunity to see one of the most famous sites in Greece, and I also thought, what could possibly go wrong? I'll get to meet a cute Greek family and see a different way of life, and he's a policeman so that means I'll be safe. My brother is a policeman and I see it as a noble and honest profession. I also thought, there's no way he could possibly think of trying to get physical with me because I barely know him and this is a first date and we'll be with his family and he can't possibly think I'm that kind of woman.

Little did I know I would be wrong on all three assumptions.

He drove up to Mt. Olympus while I was still at work, so I caught a bus that left Athens after I got off for the day. I got to the little town close to Mt. Olympus REALLY late at night, and there was no actual bus stop. Just a bench on the side of a highway. The bus driver barely stopped long enough for me to step off the bus, then started yelling at me because I was taking too much time getting my suitcase off, then sped away. I was left standing in the middle of a dark deserted highway all alone, except for this big hairy old man with a long beard, a pot belly, a bottle in his hand and a crazy look in his eye. He started walking toward me and something inside of me snapped. I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and took off sprinting across a 4-lane highway in the dark. I had no idea what I'd find on the other side but knew I had to get away from that creepy man.

On the other side of the highway was a hill and I could see some lights on about halfway up. I stumbled toward the lights, then burst in the door of what looked like a seedy pub. I am sure I had a wild look on my face, not to mention I was still holding a suitcase, and it was about 2 in the morning. Two old men slowly swiveled around on their bar stools to look at me. "There's a crazy man down there! I had to get away! I'm waiting for my friend and he's not here yet!" I babbled, half hysterical. They blinked, then turned back to their drinks.

I furiously punched in the number of the policeman on my cell phone. "Where are you?" I screamed when he answered. "I'm here all by myself and some crazy man was coming at me." "Ah, don't worry, I be there soon," he said in clipped English and hung up.

He picked me up and then took me to this strange hotel that was completely isolated. I thought I'd be staying with his family but I was wrong. Fortunately he didn't try to make a move but instead just left me there. I asked him what time I needed to be ready to go sightseeing in the morning and he said, "Don't worry. I call you" and then he left.

I slept restlessly. The next day I woke up, waited for him to call, and finally wandered downstairs to try to find something to eat. It was at least noon, and he still hadn't called. I got some food, sat by the pool, and a couple of hours later he still hadn't called. I finally called him. He said, "OK I pick you up now." I said, "OK, but what are we going to do today? Are we going to the beach or to Mt. Olympus? I need to know what I should wear." He said, and I quote, "Don't wear nothing." I gave a nervous laugh. "Ha. Um, no really. What are we doing. I need to know if I should wear a swimsuit or hiking clothes." He said, "DON'T WEAR NOTHING. I be there soon." Then hung up.

I thought this was a bad sign. I had no idea the surprises that were in store for me later that day....

To find out how this ends....come back next time. :)