What's the worst start to a relationship you've had?

Lots of Debbie Downer questions, today.

I’ve never done this.

I dated someone to try and convince myself I didn’t love someone else.

It didn’t work.

The first guy I got serious with…I met at Starbucks. I was coming out the door with book in one hand and cup in the other – and landed right in the middle of him. I was about the apologize, when he asked if had Italian ancestry (of all the _____ to ask!) and everything went up from there…until six months later when he borrowed my car out of the blue and attempted to get me to help him with his dire (I hadn’t known before) financial situation…that ended that.

I met my SO on Craigslist; we agreed to meet in person at a cafe inside a Borders bookstore which I chose. I told him go east on 50. He went east on 80. He called me and asked me for help, I redirected him, he misinterpreted my directions again, and all in all it took 2 hours for him to get there. We had a nice evening anyway.

She was living with a guy I knew. Not really a friend of mine, but a part of the group I hung out with.
She was very unhappy in her relationship. He had issues that she wasn’t jewish, so he could never marry her. He was constantly physically sick from the guilt he felt. This also affected his sexual ability.
The two of us had gone to a concert together when her bf was too sick to go. We had talked when he was absent about how unhappy she was.
I was horribly smitten.
He asked me to come over and keep her company while he was out of town for a weekend. She was hardly dressed when I got there.
By the end of the movie, we had gotten very physical.
She moved out within days, and we began going out.
And here began the problem.
I am very insecure, and I knew she messed around on her bf in the past (it didn’t matter that it was with me!). Also, even though she was now moved out of her ex-bf’s, she still wanted to be friends with him.
We dated for about a month, but I had become an emotional wreck over the guilt and insecurity. Add to that my father’s recent death, and I was unable to deal.
I stopped seeing her, and continued dating my earlier gf, who I eventually married.
But I will tell you that not a day goes by without my thinking of Judy.

In college, I had a really bad break up with someone, really bad, I called it “going down in flames”. An organization I belonged to was having a formal dance just before Xmas break in less than a week and I did not have anyone that I really wanted to ask. I had been tied up with this other girl for months.

My cousin, who went to school with me, set me up with a friend of hers named Linda. I knew that Linda had gone out with a guy named Bill who was in this organization but I didn’t know that they were still dating and that he was bringing Susan, his “original” girlfriend, to the formal.

I thought he was going to kill me when he heard that I was bringing Linda, but hell, I needed a date. If looks could kill, Susan would have murdered Linda. I have never seen so many dirty looks from one girl in one night.

Linda dumped Bill and we went out for a few months until summer came and that was that. I don’t think Bill and I ever spoke after that except to say hello when I passed him in the street.

SRM

The worst I’ve done is gotten with someone just for sex, when I wasn’t ready for a real relationship, knowing that she wanted something more serious.

And throw in the factor that she annoyed the crap out of me and, honestly, wasn’t even cute.

I was hitching and he was driving. We’ll celebrate our 36th anniversary in a few weeks.

I met someone once and when me and my friends first saw him we were making fun of him. We became friends after that and then were a couple and now we are just friends

the guy telling me his wife was cheating on him and he just needed a friend…

The story of how my husband and I got together is awful. It’s so drama filled that we don’t even tell people. We tell people we met through friends/coworkers. It saves a lot of time. lol

In my first week of art school I was fresh from the suburbs and had just moved to Richmond, where things are a lot more “real.” I was suspicious of everything there. I was walking to get some coffee with my friend Amy from studio class. A skinny guy with a bike and a beanie hat was standing around in the middle of the commons, and we walked past him. He approached us and gave each of us a flier for his band. When Amy asked what kind of music it was, he said “it’s like nothing you’ve ever heard before.” Then he biked away. When we got there, he was just standing around doing nothing, so I think we were the only people who got fliers. While we got coffee, we talked about the encounter and she wondered why only talked to us. I said some sarcastic things about his bike and his band

The whole thing seemed sketchy, but the flier said there would be a kissing booth and “multimedia art”. Art kids love shit like that. Amy really wanted to go and convinced me to come with her. The neighborhood was a weird combination of abandoned buildings, Victorian houses, and cute little stores. We asked someone on the sidewalk where the address was, and the guy said, “come here! This way!” and led us down an alley. I really thought we were going to get robbed then. There was a big guy standing next to a wall, who asked us for three dollars and let us in.

The place was some kind of warehouse or garage. There were road signs on the wall, a pile of debris in one corner, and some old seats from a schoolbus. We sat down on a bus seat and a drunk guy said he liked my blue hair and sat down next to me. He kept saying stuff like “I had all kinds of pussy lined up in D.C., but I’m here to support my boy, you know?” and “I’m a contractor, not a plumber, damn it!”

Amy saw bike guy standing by himself looking uncomfortable, so we went to say hi to him and escape from drunk guy. His name was Adam and he was the drummer in the last band to play. He seemed mostly surprised that anyone showed up from the fliers. Before his band played, the police broke up the party. On the way out drunk guy yelled, “I wouldn’t have scored with these hottie bitches anyway. They’re all stuck up!”

Adam offered to walk us home and he turned out to be shy but very interesting. We became friends, and after a while I developed a huge crush on him and asked him out. I had a great time dating him- he was deep and philosophical, and always wanted to do crazy shit like break into the baseball diamond or climb the radio towers. I miss him.

I dated someone because i was intrigued by their yahoo avatar.
It did not work.