Dating Disasters: ‘I gathered my things and my self-worth and sprinted away’

In Dating Disasters anonymous readers share their most embarrassing, cringeworthy, and dramatic dates. This week: double trouble.

All women know that period of single life where you fully immerse yourself in everything the single life has to offer. Think dating apps, flings, and one night stands. My Dating Disaster is about that last one.

It was Friday night and my friends and I had decided to go out for the evening, something we did almost every weekend. We had barely been in our favorite café for ten minutes when I spotted Daan. With his blonde curls, green eyes, and height of at least 1.85 meters, he immediately stood out. What a handsome guy this was! I decided to drink some courage before approaching him and would later find out that one or two fewer tequilas would have been just fine.

Blissfully unaware of what would happen later, I approached him. We hit it off immediately and didn’t leave each other’s side for the rest of the evening. It was clear that we would be going home together. Once we arrived at his place, we immediately ended up in his bed, which, due to the large amount of alcohol, felt like one big carnival ride. After the clumsiest sex I have ever experienced, we fell asleep right away. When morning broke, he didn’t beat around the bush again. Not that he offered himself for round two, no, he wanted me to leave his house as soon as possible and asked if I wouldn’t contact him again. Okay then… Being too honest is also an art.

Of course, I didn’t need to be told twice. Hoping not to make the situation even more embarrassing, I gathered my things (still half drunk) and my self-esteem and sprinted away as fast as I could. Little did I know that it would get much worse later.

Two weeks later, I was back in the same café. Fortunately, Daan was nowhere to be seen, but I had my eye on another handsome man. He also had nice curls and green eyes. He was just a bit shorter and looked a lot friendlier than that jerk who had so rudely thrown me out two weeks earlier. Of course, the drinks flowed freely that evening as well, so I soon dared to approach him. His name turned out to be Max, and besides being handsome and friendly, he was also very funny. I decided to go home with him.

Max’s bed also felt like a carousel that evening (I really need to drink less), but the rest felt a lot nicer than that fiasco from a few weeks earlier. I was pleasantly surprised when he offered to make breakfast for me the next morning. He showed me to the living room and said I shouldn’t worry about his roommate. I walked into the living room, still a bit dazed, and immediately woke up upon seeing his roommate. Was Daan just sitting there on the couch? Confused, I looked around. Shit. I had been in this house before. How could I not realize this? (Did I mention I need to drink less?) We exchanged a few pleasantries when Max also walked into the living room: ’Ah, I see you’ve met my brother!‘ BROTHER?! Now it’s getting really interesting, I thought. I laughed, but no words came out of my mouth. All I could think was: Get. Me. Out. Of. Here.

Eventually, I came up with an excuse and left as quickly as possible. I could see from Max’s expression that he didn’t understand anything and felt really guilty when he asked me when we could meet again. I knew I would find it too embarrassing to see him again, no matter how nice and sweet he was. Whether he knows that I also slept with Daan, I dare not say; I have skillfully avoided both men since that moment. However, I learned a valuable lesson: combining tequila and one night stands is so dangerous that they should actually put a warning label on the bottle.

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