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The Ladies are excited to announce our Worst Date Ever Series. Over the next 2 weeks we will be posting our dating horrors for your enjoyment. We know our lovely Readers have some dating doozies to share. Leave a comment on any Worst Date Ever post in the next 2 weeks and the Reader with the best Worst Date Ever story will win a freebie giveaway! ***We will not accept profanity, real names or private details (like the google street view of the person’s house...that's just weird).

So, grab your Pinot and let me tell you a pretty funny story and a very important lesson I learned in CONFIRMING. I've been pretty fortunate in going on decent to great dates due to pre-screening, cyber stalking and just good old word of mouth.  Perhaps this is the effect of one date I had back in college.. ..

It was my junior year and I had noticed this one very attractive Bobby Flay look-a-like for at least a year.  He was not in any of my classes, but I would see him in passing and knew he had a couple of classes with one of my friends.  One day I got the guts to ask her to send him a little message that I thought he was attractive and that I was very much interested in going out on a date with him.  She, being the good friend that she was, told Bobby Flay Jr. everything that I asked her to repeat, even giving him my number.  Bobby called me a couple of days later and we chatted, laughed and I just knew we'd have the cutest strawberry blonde kids around- most likely highly allergic to the sun, but cute nonetheless.  Well, we set up a date and he said he would come over and pick me up.  At the time, I lived with 3 other girls and they were pretty excited for me and decided to sit in the living room and greet him as he picked me up.  Right on time, there was a knock at the door and one of my roommates answered.  With a  nervous call, she beckoned me to the door for my date.  As I walked down the hall, I COULD NOT believe what I was looking at...  This dude looked like the love child of Carrot Top and Bozo, the clown.



I am not kidding you - he had to have seen my jaw drop and the look of shock on my face. My roommates looked at me, holding back their laughter and wished me a good night.  I nervously tried to recover and pretend that everything was ok.  We got into his car and drove to dinner- Damnit, I wasn't smart enough at the time to only set up drinks for the first date and had to sit through dinner and lots of drinks.  We went to a place he recommended and sat at a cute table by the window.  At the very least, I had the outside world as a distraction from what was facing me inside.  We drank, had awkward conversations, drank, ate, drank some more through more awkward conversations when he pointed to a place across the street. Oh YAY! Maybe he's a good story teller.  He then proceeds to tell me that that place was the apartment where his brother died.  WHAT?? Really?? Come on dude!  Is there nothing else in that brain of yours to talk about other than your brother's death on an already awkward first date?  He got through the details of the drug abuse, rehab visits, parents' grief and I graciously looked at my watch and commented that it was getting late on a school night.  When the bill came, I snatched it and paid.  If dates are bad (for some crazy reason) I feel inclined to pay and dash vs. having them feel like I used them for a free meal.  I really need to fix this about me, I know.  Anyway, Carrot Top drove me home, dropped me off and told me to call him later.  Yea, that wasn't and didn't happen.  I have no doubt in my mind that Carrot Top was a good catch or match for someone, but it sure as heck wasn't me. 

Sooo, if there's something you can learn from this- please, please, please confirm before you devote your night to the wrong dude.  Make damn sure that you have the right guy, that if there are two red heads in a similar setting, you've specifically described them to your matchmaker.  Confirm names, descriptions, clothing, gestures- whatever you need to do to make sure you don't waste a very valuable night with the wrong guy.  And not just wrong for you, but really, the wrong guy. 

CONFIRM, CONFIRM, CONFIRM!!