memorializing heartache one post-it at a time...

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

i'll be busy EMAILING

hey ladies (and gents if you feel like ribbing us with some stories about OUR mistakes), the i'll be busy til email address is ready to go.

if you'd like to email us with some great tales of woe... or joy... or hilarity (my personal favorite), please email us at phddating@gmail.com. we'd love to hear from you. do it, do it, DO IT.

i'm about to tell you about the worst first date i've ever been on... so in honor of my worst first date, let's hear yours. email us your stories, and we'll vote on the worst.

hugs and butt pats ladies.

5 comments:

Karen said...

I will SO be sending in my experience with the slow fade (which, in hindsight, was actually more like the abrubt fade).

Stevie said...

I have a first date tomorrow. This fella seems quite normal, but of course, you NEVER know. Perhaps I'll have something to contribute very soon!

new york dactyl said...

it's true... you never know.
let's here these first date horror stories, ladies.

you won't beat me on this one, i'm just sure of it. :)

Miss Awesome said...

ooh I can't wait to hear these!

Anonymous said...

Last first date was with whom I call "Temptation Island."

Managed to make it a mysterious blind date since all he knew me was as Jane Doe and didnt know my true face, employment, name, age, or location.

I directed him to meet me at the Alibi room before a networking event I was dragging him to. Meeting at a fabulous little hidden spot is a true test of dedication and ability to research and follow directions in a man. LOL, he was an hour late, but the 6'5 man just looked fabulous in his dark suit with grey pinstripes.

I managed to pound 2 vodka rocks in that hour, gave him my business card so he would know my name, then quickly escorted him to network at our newly remodled aquarium where I drank a few - 4 glasses of cheap red wine.

Then the next thing I know he was pulling out rasberry schmirnoff from his back seat and driving me in his mercedes soccer mom suv to edmonds to play beer pong with his less then impressive friends. Incase I hadnt mentioned it was a Wednesday....

By the time beer pong was on a roll, I could barely talk and dont remember much of the night after that except, - asking for a condom.

Also if I didnt inform you, I had to be at work at 6 that morning becuase I was flying out to Aspen to see my ex at 6 that evening- and was getting my girly sugared before I hoped on the plane. So when the alarm goes off at 8:30 and I wake up in some random house in the north end with a 3 week growth bush I was not happy with myself. To make it even better he wouldnt take me home and insisted to make me breakfast.....in his mom's kitchen. Yes you heard me correctly, he was living in his parents house while waiting for his house to close on the market.

While unhappily sitting over some eggs and toast, I come to find out that i am a vocal person and was very interested in what we could use in his nightstand drawer. All fine and dandy, but not with a stranger and right next to his parents bedroom.

Never been on a first date like that and though it was random and overall a pretty fun night, I am in awe of where that side of me came from...but then again, wondering how to bring her back.