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Worst dating nightmares
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When you think of a romantic date, you visualise champagne, roses, dinner at an expensive restaurant followed by dance and so on. However, sometimes a date can turn out to be a disaster...!
Here are some true stories of some worst dating experiences. All we can say is Beware!
Jerry Pinto
"The worst date I ever went on was the result of an attempt to resuscitate a relationship that was already dying. We decided to take a day away from the city and see if the sea breeze, sand, surf and the like could help cool our frayed nerves. It began badly. My morning went haywire and I was late.
"You're paying me back for being late," she said. "You're being passive aggressive," I said. That took care of the journey to the beach. When we got off at the station, we were far too busy arguing to ask whether the other had bought the paraphernalia necessary for picnic. "I'm thirsty," she said, an hour later, as we walked among the shells. "So am I," I said. "Give me some water," we said simultaneously to each other. And then almost in unison, "I thought you were carrying some."
We looked around. In our enthusiasm, we had walked far, far away from civilisation. Getting back to a stall that sold water took us an hour. Getting her to drink water that was not from a bottle took another ten minutes, but finally in despair, she did. In an hour, her stomach was threatening trouble. We looked for a suitable restaurant with a nice loo. None. "The beach is empty," I said. It was to get emptier. It began to rain. "I'm damned if I'll shit on the beach," she said. "You won't be damned. You'll just be smelly," I said. It was practically the last thing I said to her. Ever."
Cyrus Broacha
"I've always been fond of dates. 1492 Columbus, 1526 Panipat, 1789 French Revolution and 1989 my first formal date, i.e. the first and almost the last time a girl was good enough to lower her standards and allow me a date. Let's call her Ms M and she was gorgeous -- the way all girls tend to be for a hormonally overflowing 17-year-old male. With the princely sum of Rs.300 in my pocket I rang her doorbell precisely at 8 pm. As we got into the elevator, Ms M dropped the bombshell. Since it was her first date, her mother would be coming too! (Could it get worse?!)
Downstairs in the cab, the person I spoke to the most was the cabbie. All my poetic, romantic notions had been snuffed out by the presence of a middle-aged, stern-faced lady who could have easily doubled up for a linebacker in Pro football. As I watched my Rs.300 disappear, my eyes remained attached to my feet, but the crowning moment was yet to come. As it was just 10 p.m., after the quickest dinner that could be Ms M's mom insisted that she drop me home. In fact for two years I couldn't face any woman, although thanks to the date I did get much closer to taxi drivers."
Ayesha
"I prefer to go Dutch. One of my dates asked me out to dinner to an expensive restaurant in Park Street in Kolkata. I am a small-eater; I could barely manage to stomach half a plate of fried rice. He continued ordering expensive dishes for himself, beer and cigarettes.
When dinner was over, the waiter brought the bill to him. I immediately offered to pay for the few mouthfuls of fried rice I had consumed. He took out his wallet, fished out a Rs 20 note and said, "Hey, this is all I have with me today. I'm afraid, I have left all my money at home and may have to take the bus back home, so could you please clear the bill?" I actually ended up paying more than Rs 1000 and he didn't even offer to pay me back. I was then in my early twenties, new to dating and very immature at tackling frauds. I guess I learnt the hard way!"
Rupa
"I refuse to go in for arranged meetings. So when a 31-year-old guy wanted to get his mother along on a date I promptly refused to go out with him. He pleaded that I allow him to get his elder brother instead. I reluctantly agreed.
His 35-year-old unmarried brother told me that he would be the one who would 'interview' me on behalf of his brother who was too shy to talk to girls. He introduced his brother as 'the groom' for whom he was doing a 'marriage market survey' for a 'homely bride who was willing to go in for an early marriage'. I politely explained that I was just 24, I wasn't really interested in getting married and to begin with I would like to speak directly to his brother as a friend. The elder brother said that it wasn't really acceptable in Indian culture to talk to the 'groom' and went on to ask me questions on whether I liked to cook, why I didn't have long hair and if I would pray to their family Gods.
After an hour of tedious conversation, I was asked if I would like to get engaged to this 31-year-old very eligible bachelor. When I answered in the negative they refused to take 'no' for an answer. I didn't think that there could be any romantic possibility between us as I wished for an emotional compatibility with whoever my boyfriend would be.
The elder brother answered, "My younger brother is going in for an arranged marriage and not a love marriage. In an arranged marriage nobody ever takes emotional compatibility into consideration. My brother can however give you all the material comforts. And you needn't worry about the emotional compatibility, as I read a lot of novels and write poetry, so I'll be able to have intellectually stimulating conversations with you."
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