Any Funny Dating Stories to Share, Family or Yours?

Ditto.

As I was reading it I was always aware that this thread was "Any Funny Dating Stories" so I was stunned at the ending, but well worth the telling under any heading - thanks.

Well, I didn't want to start a new thread, and it was kinda funny asking her out for 8 months, but I felt I needed to share the ending, which was as stunning to me as it was for you to read it.

I promise, my next story will be more light-hearted.........:greetings10:
 
It also reminds me of a cartoon I once saw where there is a little naked boy and girl, both standing, and with the boy standing on the head of a little girl. "Okay", he says, "we've taken off all our clothes and I've climbed on top of you. Now what happens?". "I don't know" says the little girl, "but I'm getting a headache"

:ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO:
 
.... that date went great and all went smoothly until she invited me to go to her house and have tea with her parents More on that later, I still get goosebumps just remembering that fateful night

Following on from my last dating story at High School.

Up until this point I had never had a regular girlfriend. Lots of dates, sometimes several dates with the same girl but this time I felt that this was going to last a lot longer. After we'd dated a few times she invited me to have tea with her parents on a Saturday night. Where I lived, having tea was something quite substantial, and I'd never even eaten in a restaurant let alone in a posh house so I was very nervous. I was from a very rough neighborhood and my accent was extremely difficult to understand, even 6 miles away among fancy houses, and with folks of quite a different class. (her father was a retired captain in the merchant marines).

Come the evening and all was going as well as I could have expected, although I just wanted it to be over. (It was obvious that I was not the class of person they wanted their DD to be dating, but I was going to be leaving for university in a couple of months so they could see a glimmer of hope that the relationship would likely end at that point).

At some point I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Like the rest of the house it was magnificently appointed and well kept - a far cry from the "nettie" at the bottom of the yard that I'd grown up with.) The lid on the toilet was even covered in a thick furry cloth, and after I had raised both lid and seat I pointed Percy at the porcelain and was in full flow when the lid and seat fell forward causing me to grab at it to stop it crashing down. Of course, I lost my aim :uglystupid: and hosed down the wall, carpet and toilet roll that was hanging there :facepalm:

I must have been in that bathroom 20 minutes affecting repairs as best I could :whistle: By the time I was finished, the once full toilet roll was almost gone and the damp patches were still visible. On return I was politely asked if I was okay, as I had been away a long time and was now sweating profusely. I was able to feign illness and take my leave shortly afterwards. This time I really thought that this was the end of the relationship. But, next week at school Wendy never mentioned the despoiled bathroom and we continued our relationship right through the time I left for college, and by letter for a few months afterwards.




However, I was never invited to tea again.
 
OMG!!!! That's amazing! I guess she was a very prescient 14-year-old young lady!

Audrey

I'm not sure about being prescient - persistent might be a more accurate but insufficient word. I think she wanted to date someone who was also a friend. We had known each other for several years and had ridden bikes together, played marbles (she was the only one I didn't insist on playing "for keeps" with) talked to each other at school recess, etc.

Our next date wasn't until late HS, so there wasn't any continuing romance from that first date. We didn't marry until after we'd both completed college. We were friends all that time, however. We're still best friends after almost 56 years though we've only been married for 40.

I guess that's the short version of the long story. :)

Okay, to make it a bit longer she still brags to anyone who will listen that she ended up with all the marbles in the deal.:LOL:
 
We had known each other for several years and had ridden bikes together, played marbles (she was the only one I didn't insist on playing "for keeps" with) talked to each other at school recess, etc.
Now if that ain't love, I don't know what is....:smitten:
 
DW still loves to drag that picture out and show it around to the amusement of friends. It figures she would do so as she has kept it since that night 50 years ago. :blush:

Post it!
 
I'll ask DW if she knows where it got to since our last move. I'm not sure she'll know. We'll see. I'm a luddite about such things, but I've got a scanner and I've discovered ImageShack. I just might be able to pull it off. :confused:
 
Koolau, I loved your retelling of your first date with DW. It is very nice to hear about lasting true love in today's topsy turvy world. It sounds like you both knew a good thing when you saw it despite being so young.
 
I was able to feign illness and take my leave shortly afterwards. This time I really thought that this was the end of the relationship. But, next week at school Wendy never mentioned the despoiled bathroom and we continued our relationship right through the time I left for college, and by letter for a few months afterwards.

However, I was never invited to tea again.
Alan - What can I say! You take top prize for the stories! We are not worthy! :LOL::LOL:

Wendy must have been a special girl.

Audrey

P.S. I think you should try to sell that bathroom scene at GF's parent's house to Hollywood and make some real money!
 
Following on from my last dating story at High School.

Up until this point I had never had a regular girlfriend. Lots of dates, sometimes several dates with the same girl but this time I felt that this was going to last a lot longer. After we'd dated a few times she invited me to have tea with her parents on a Saturday night. Where I lived, having tea was something quite substantial, and I'd never even eaten in a restaurant let alone in a posh house so I was very nervous. I was from a very rough neighborhood and my accent was extremely difficult to understand, even 6 miles away among fancy houses, and with folks of quite a different class. (her father was a retired captain in the merchant marines).

Come the evening and all was going as well as I could have expected, although I just wanted it to be over. (It was obvious that I was not the class of person they wanted their DD to be dating, but I was going to be leaving for university in a couple of months so they could see a glimmer of hope that the relationship would likely end at that point).

At some point I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Like the rest of the house it was magnificently appointed and well kept - a far cry from the "nettie" at the bottom of the yard that I'd grown up with.) The lid on the toilet was even covered in a thick furry cloth, and after I had raised both lid and seat I pointed Percy at the porcelain and was in full flow when the lid and seat fell forward causing me to grab at it to stop it crashing down. Of course, I lost my aim :uglystupid: and hosed down the wall, carpet and toilet roll that was hanging there :facepalm:

I must have been in that bathroom 20 minutes affecting repairs as best I could :whistle: By the time I was finished, the once full toilet roll was almost gone and the damp patches were still visible. On return I was politely asked if I was okay, as I had been away a long time and was now sweating profusely. I was able to feign illness and take my leave shortly afterwards. This time I really thought that this was the end of the relationship. But, next week at school Wendy never mentioned the despoiled bathroom and we continued our relationship right through the time I left for college, and by letter for a few months afterwards.


However, I was never invited to tea again.



Lovesick Alan, a hormonal basket case
Met a rich lass up for the chase

During tea at her estate,
he nervously did urinate

On the curtains and walls of the place.

 
Update Update Update Update

DW informs me she left our dance picture on the mainland last trip (wondered why I hadn't seen it kicking around recently). She had planned to have it copied at our favorite/trusted/expensive photo studio but never got the job done. If anyone is still interested, I'll post it from there if possible or else bring it back (early Aug.) and try to post. It is a hoot and I've recovered from my embarrassment when she shows it around. I still don't know what she saw in me (picture will confirm that to all). Perhaps it was my money. Nope. Couldn't be that as I didn't have two quarters to rub together. Dear Mom gave me enough money to buy Cokes at the dance since DW2B paid for the Dance tickets - $.75 ea. as I recall.

By the way, this was a song popular at the time of the dance (apparently 1961, not 1960 as my fading memory had thought). The band played it and had a female singer who did a good job of the dah-dah-da-da-da-da-da-dah's.

YouTube - Linda Scott - I've Told Every Little Star

Hadn't thought of this song in years. My thanks to FinanceDude for starting the thread. Sometimes I forget how unique DW's and my (and probably everyone on this forum's) love relationship is. It's good to stop to celebrate and give thanks for such a gift as our SO.
 
Well, I didn't want to start a new thread, and it was kinda funny asking her out for 8 months, but I felt I needed to share the ending, which was as stunning to me as it was for you to read it.

I promise, my next story will be more light-hearted.........:greetings10:
FD, you just reduced the Tuff Girl from Noo Yawk to a genuine "marshmallow on the inside" moment. :'(
I had a college roommate who was abducted while walking home from campus one night and went through a similar horrible experience. She was never the same again...until a kind hearted man like yourself took the time to be kind with no demands.
Bless you :flowers:
 
Omygoodness, I go off to work, leave the bunch of you alone for a day and look what stories erupt!! Financedude, are you sure that was your life, and not the script to a hearbreaking made-for-TV movie? Your story came close to making me cry.
And Alan, you could have written the Bloke version of "There's Something About Mary"!

And, for those who asked, Yes: Mr. Hoity Toity and I were an item for quite a while, once he finished his stint washing dishes and mowing lawns at The Incredibly Expensive Restaurant that is (just kidding) :LOL: He also took me to a French restaurant, where I ordered frog's legs, and he taunted me with "ribbet ribbet" for days...amazing what I would put up with, from a cute blond.

Amethyst
 
Lovesick Alan, a hormonal basket case
Met a rich lass up for the chase

During tea at her estate,
he nervously did urinate

On the curtains and walls of the place.

Westernskies I love your prose,
It tickles me through my pantyhose.

All the while you speak of others,
Their situations and their druthers.

So tell us now a funny story,
That will prove to us your dating glory.

:flowers:
 
Our next date wasn't until late HS, so there wasn't any continuing romance from that first date. We didn't marry until after we'd both completed college. We were friends all that time, however. We're still best friends after almost 56 years though we've only been married for 40.

I guess that's the short version of the long story. :)

Okay, to make it a bit longer she still brags to anyone who will listen that she ended up with all the marbles in the deal.:LOL:



What a great story ! Thanks !
 
Back in the early '70s, a friend of a friend won a state lottery: $50,000. He bought a big fancy car. Friend and his GF and lottery winner and I went on a double date. We went to this fancy expensive restaurant.

I ordered duck breast. While attempting to slice it my hand slipped and the duck made a short flight and landed in front of my date in his plate. I figured I couldn't be any more embarrassed, so I reached over with the fork, speared it, and put it back on my plate.
 
OMG!!!! That's amazing! I guess she was a very prescient 14-year-old young lady!

Audrey

I re-read Koolau's story, and they have known each other since 2nd grade. Amazing!
 
Alan - What can I say! You take top prize for the stories! We are not worthy! :LOL::LOL:

Wendy must have been a special girl.

Audrey

P.S. I think you should try to sell that bathroom scene at GF's parent's house to Hollywood and make some real money!

Wendy was a special girl, and a couple of years later when I was in a pub with my new girlfriend from college (DW2B as it turned out) we bumped into each other. She was out with current boyfriend (who I also knew) and the 4 of us had a nice drink together.

By this time DW knew all about my tendency to disasters on meeting the girlfriend's family as I had a dreadful weekend the first time I met her parents and extended family, which included breaking her little brother's arm :facepalm:

Lovesick Alan, a hormonal basket case
Met a rich lass up for the chase

During tea at her estate,
he nervously did urinate

On the curtains and walls of the place.


Westernskies I love your prose,
It tickles me through my pantyhose.

All the while you speak of others,
Their situations and their druthers.

So tell us now a funny story,
That will prove to us your dating glory.

:flowers:

Wow, you guys are very poetic :clap:

For Alan...you "pointed Percy", huh ? :cool:

Great story, mate. :flowers:

Sorry, local slang :greetings10:.

You can lookup Percy and Porcelain here.
 
I'll post it from there if possible or else bring it back (early Aug.) and try to post. It is a hoot and I've recovered from my embarrassment when she shows it around. I still don't know what she saw in me (picture will confirm that to all).

Please do post it - we will all be waiting :)
 
Koolau, I found that jr. high photo of you and the future Mrs. Koolau!
 

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Wow, what a great thread! I'm afraid my dating stories don't come close to competing with Alan, Koolau or FD.

By this time DW knew all about my tendency to disasters on meeting the girlfriend's family as I had a dreadful weekend the first time I met her parents and extended family, which included breaking her little brother's arm
I'm sure I'm not the only one who wants to hear this story Alan! Your stories sound like they "Meet the Fockers" material.
 
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