A Bad Date Blog--
Names have been changed to protect the innocent, inept and embarrassed.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Male Perspective: Another Bad Date Plan
One time I asked a girl out to go swing dancing.I knew she liked swing dancing, she went every week.There was a live band and a big dance floor, only problem was I didn’t know how to swing dance.Sometimes you have to look back at these things and laugh.
This blog is dedicated to all of the really really bad dates we've suffered through over the years.
We're not bitter, angry, or depressed. We just enjoy a good bad-date story, because we've all been there.
What's your best--and by 'best' we mean 'worst'--date story?
If you want to share your awkward dating experiences--you know, the ones that make you wonder if dating is really worth it--check out the Laws of the Blog below. Then email your submission to passtheicecream@gmail.com.
Laws of the Blog
Submit your own stories - No urban legends. And don't send us anything about your sister, roommate, uncle's neighbor's dog, etc.. Firsthand accounts only. If you think someone else has a great story, tell them to send it to us themselves.
Anonymity is Key - We don't actually want to hurt anyone's feelings, so change the names of everyone in the story, as well as any other incriminating information (like the name of your high school, or the really small town you grew up in). You can even make up a pseudonym for yourself.
Make Us Laugh -We don't want to hear your sob stories or temper tantrums. Funny stories only.
Mind Your Language - If you feel like swearing or making crass or crude comments, do it elsewhere. This blog is G-rated.
My favorite part about dating is telling the stories afterward. I have three favorite ice cream flavors: Dreyer's Spumoni, Chocolate, and anything on top of a brownie.
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