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Dating Disasters: ‘He would never talk to me because I was so incredibly ugly’

By Sophie Rietmulder | #!31Fri, 20 Oct 2023 07:15:35 +0200+02:003531#31Fri, 20 Oct 2023 07:15:35 +0200+02:00-7Europe/Amsterdam3131Europe/Amsterdam202331 20am31am-31Fri, 20 Oct 2023 07:15:35 +0200+02:007Europe/Amsterdam3131Europe/Amsterdam2023312023Fri, 20 Oct 2023 07:15:35 +02001571510amFriday=9#!31Fri, 20 Oct 2023 07:15:35 +0200+02:00Europe/Amsterdam10#10-20-2023#!31Fri, 20 Oct 2023 07:15:35 +0200+02:003531#/31Fri, 20 Oct 2023 07:15:35 +0200+02:00-7Europe/Amsterdam3131Europe/Amsterdam202331#!31Fri, 20 Oct 2023 07:15:35 +0200+02:00Europe/Amsterdam10#

Woman and man in club look at each other laughing

In Dating Disasters, anonymous readers share their most embarrassing, cringeworthy, and dramatic dates. This week: the third wheel.

Can you believe me when I say that my Disaster Date wasn't even mine, but ultimately became my problem? Yup, this really happened. This date was actually my friend's. We were on vacation in Mallorca together and with our 25 years of life experience, we were right in the middle of life. Every evening was the same song: still hungover from the night before, we rolled off the beach, swore that we would really take it easy that night, and ended up again in some vague pub where we had the time of our lives.

One of those evenings, I suddenly lost track of her. This happened more often, especially when she had been drinking, but never abroad. We had set a strict rule: together out, together home. In the meantime, I had made some new friends, but I kept an eye on things. I really had no idea where she was. About fifteen minutes later, she suddenly reappeared. She had met a nice bartender and we had to stay until the end so she could see him after his shift. That seemed like a good idea to me, until it was time.

In the harsh fluorescent light, designed to chase people out of the tent as quickly as possible, the world suddenly looked a lot less rosy. I looked at the drunk people around me, the plastic cups on the ground, and girls hanging around bouncers and bartenders as if it were their last day on earth. One of those girls was my friend, whom I was trying to subtly get back to our hotel. She had been sitting on the lap of a complete stranger, a medium-attractive man, for about half an hour and I had completely had it. I cautiously approached her and joked that she was really going home with me, when her date completely exploded. Who did I think I was, that I shouldn't look so arrogant and that he would never, ever talk to me since I was so incredibly ugly. Okay then. I didn't know that evenings on this island at the end of the season came with a free shot AND a free roast, but I certainly wasn't up for that. I pulled my friend along, mumbled that I was really too old for this, and her brand new boyfriend called after us with some mildly insulting terms. Too drunk to notice anything, I safely laid her in bed and we laughed our heads off the next morning about the whole scene. We never had a vacation like that again. After your 25th, I think you just disappear into thin air as soon as you set foot on the strip in Mallorca. At least, that's what I've heard. We won't take our chances.

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