City of Blinding Lights

Story Sent in by Dawn:

Andrew and I were out on a first date. He rushed us through dinner at a Mexican restaurant and we wound up in his car. He put the moves on me and was a little too touchy-feely, so I pushed him away. He tried again, and once more I had to take his hands off of me.

Then he groaned really loud and said, "I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes."

I closed my eyes. Then he said, "Open your eyes."

I opened them.

He had two LED flashlights between his fingers, shone them at me, yelled, "Truck!" then honked his horn with his other hand, then took that same hand and shoved me between my breasts, knocking me into the door.

I swatted at him with both of my hands, and I must have hit his hand (the one that held the little flashlights) into his face, because the next thing I knew, he was yelling and cursing and holding his nose and telling me to leave the car, so I did.

As I did, he yelled, "Close the door behind you!"

I didn't. I was out of there.


  1. Hmm, I agree with both Queen and Jaye, you were stupid op, how can you trust that man enough to close your eyes after you kept making sure he not groping you? I wonder your intelligence op. I really do.

  2. This is what happens when you go to a truck stop for your date.

    1. ...or a haunted house.

    2. Listen, some people are scared of haunted houses, and that can be cute. When zombies eat your face, you will be sorry.

  3. You got off easy with his "Truck" stunt......He could have tried "Motorboat"....like everybody else here...closing your eyes to a molester? Really? Gawd.

  4. Howie's right, definitely a dumb idea OP. Plus, how did he think he was going to get anywhere with you sporting that burrito breath?

  5. This is exactly how the Chunky Horse movie is going to start out - 2 teens making out in a car at a dark truck stop...


Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.

Content Policy

A Bad Case of the Dates reserves the right to publish or not publish any submitted content at any time, and by submitting content to A Bad Case of the Dates, you retain original copyright, but are granting us the right to post, edit, and/or republish your content forever and in any media throughout the universe. If Zeta Reticulans come down from their home planet to harvest bad dating stories, you could become an intergalactic megastar. Go you!

A Bad Case of the Dates is not responsible for user comments. We also reserve the right to delete any comments at any time and for any reason. We're hoping to not have to, though.

Aching to reach us? abadcaseofthedates at gmail dot com.