Dating

Dating Disasters: ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been turned off a date so quickly’

By Amayzine | #!31Fri, 12 May 2023 08:15:59 +0200+02:005931#31Fri, 12 May 2023 08:15:59 +0200+02:00-8Europe\/Amsterdam3131Europe\/Amsterdam202331 12am31am-31Fri, 12 May 2023 08:15:59 +0200+02:008Europe\/Amsterdam3131Europe\/Amsterdam2023312023Fri, 12 May 2023 08:15:59 +0200158155amFriday=9#!31Fri, 12 May 2023 08:15:59 +0200+02:00Europe\/Amsterdam5#05-12-2023#!31Fri, 12 May 2023 08:15:59 +0200+02:005931#\/31Fri, 12 May 2023 08:15:59 +0200+02:00-8Europe\/Amsterdam3131Europe\/Amsterdam202331#!31Fri, 12 May 2023 08:15:59 +0200+02:00Europe\/Amsterdam5#

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

To be honest, I wasn't really looking forward to my date with Boas (that wasn't his name, but we'll call him that for the story). I had already had a number of bad dates, and this one didn't seem promising at first glance either. Boas and I had matched a few times on a dating app, but we never actually met up. That already says enough about the (non-existent) mutual interest, but I had nothing better to do that evening. And you never know: maybe this was the one. They say you meet your true love when you least expect it, right?

Well, I quickly found out that this would not be the case. Boas had asked if I wanted to come to a café I had never heard of. He had forgotten to mention that it was a sports café. He texted me half an hour beforehand that he was already there and had secured a spot at the bar. Okay, I thought. Good for you? Not knowing that the café was packed when I would arrive. But really, it was a case of sardines in a can. Apparently, there was an important football match that he, and the rest of Amsterdam, didn't want to miss, but he also thought it would be nice to see me. I threw out a bored, ‘Well, I feel honored’ and plopped down next to him. Nothing a beer couldn't solve.

Apparently, he felt the same way, because he ordered, between shouting at the screen, liters of beer for himself without asking me if I wanted anything. Every time I tried to ask him something about himself, I was greeted by an upright hand and a ‘sssst’, because something exciting was happening in the match that apparently only he was aware of.

His utmost concentration on the half-broken screen did give me the chance to take a good look at him. I'm not lying when I say I've never been turned off so quickly on a date. He looked like an animal, panting, shouting, and sweating as he lurked over his prey. As if it mattered what you yelled at such a screen. Afterward, he finally asked if I wanted another drink, but to be honest, I had seen enough. I left with the comment that I found it quite a shame that the other team had lost (I have no idea who played against whom) and left him bewildered behind.

We never spoke again, but thanks to him, my previous bad dates suddenly don't seem so bad anymore. Who was it that always said: every disadvantage has its advantage?

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