Apologies for the lack of posts this week -- work has been crazy, and working under the oppressive heel of The Man has a certain blogger basically face planting when she arrives home.
That said, though, I will be posting more later this week. People have given me some fabulous stories to write about...and by fabulous, I mean they're so ridiculous they made me laugh until my stomach hurt. I actually pulled abdominal muscles. And I do Pilates. That's really saying something.
The posting shall resume tomorrow. In the meantime, though, send me your stories--and may our bad dates live in infamy! (Well, ok, maybe not infamy. But they'll live in the blogosphere. And that's pretty cool, too.)
Ever been on a date so bad it was actually funny? You're in excellent company.
About Me
- What The F*ck?!
- Washington, DC
- SWF, 28, seeks funny stories about bad dates from fellow comrades in arms. If you've ever been on a date while thinking "What the f*ck? Was this person raised by wolves?" Then, my friend, you've come to the right place.
How this all got started...
It was a dark and stormy night. Having just returned from one of many bad dates--like a refugee from a war-torn country, I was bedraggled and starting to show symptoms of mild PTSD--I found myself wondering if other peoples' dating experiences were as utterly ridiculous as mine.
Then I realized I'd heard some doozies about peoples' bad dates. Then I realized these stories could be consolidated for some great tragi-comic schtick. So, dear citizen, this is the fun part:
If you email your bad date stories to me at effing.ridiculous@gmail.com, I’ll re-tell your tale of woe. The facts would all remain intact—they’d just be re-told with some comedic flair. (Nay, bling. Big, diamond-encrusted comedic bling.)
The rules are thus:
1) All names and identifying details will be changed to protect both the innocent and the guilty. It'd be more fun to protect only the innocent, but slander ain't how we roll.
2) No relationship or breakup stories. Those are like an emotional minefield and...generally aren't funny.
3) I'll send you what I write about your bad date before publishing it here. This ensures you're comfortable with everything before it goes into a public forum.
This way we can all know that we’re in this foxhole together, on the front lines of dating as we take mortar fire from enemy camps...and yet we persevere to date another day.
Love is a battlefield.
Then I realized I'd heard some doozies about peoples' bad dates. Then I realized these stories could be consolidated for some great tragi-comic schtick. So, dear citizen, this is the fun part:
If you email your bad date stories to me at effing.ridiculous@gmail.com, I’ll re-tell your tale of woe. The facts would all remain intact—they’d just be re-told with some comedic flair. (Nay, bling. Big, diamond-encrusted comedic bling.)
The rules are thus:
1) All names and identifying details will be changed to protect both the innocent and the guilty. It'd be more fun to protect only the innocent, but slander ain't how we roll.
2) No relationship or breakup stories. Those are like an emotional minefield and...generally aren't funny.
3) I'll send you what I write about your bad date before publishing it here. This ensures you're comfortable with everything before it goes into a public forum.
This way we can all know that we’re in this foxhole together, on the front lines of dating as we take mortar fire from enemy camps...and yet we persevere to date another day.
Love is a battlefield.
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