Also reposted from "Worst date ever stories":


Ok, the ball is starting to roll along with this one, and the stories are getting better, so I intend to intermittently share my bad date stories and try my best to clean them up in an effort to not offend anyone. WARNING: The Following Bad Date Story Contains References to Adult Situations and Sexual References...If You Are Offended By Such Material, Please Skip Over This Post. But it's rather amusing, though it still isn't my worst date ever. Here goes. I had been dating this girl for almost a year, and we decided to take a trip to an art museum in KC, I think it was called the Nelson Atkins (it's been years since this happened), which was several hours away. We weren't familiar with the area, so we purchased a map in case we got lost. She insisted that we take her car, guess she didn't like the idea of 2 hours on the back of my Harley! The trip to the museum was uneventful, and we found the museum no problem with the help of MapQuest directions. Once inside, we revelled in awe at all the awesome artwork we were seeing, as well as playfully flirting back and forth. After a few hours we decided to leave the museum and head home. She insisted on driving this time, so I couldn't argue as it was her car. [Enter fates stage right, tell of impending tragedy] Immediately upon leaving the museum, she heads in the opposite direction of the interstate and straight into gangland/ghetto territory. Needless to say, after passing a couple of groups of gangbangers throwing us gang signs, she was scared out of her mind and I was getting rather worried about our safety. So she decided to whip the car around in a very small parking lot and wound up jumping the curb (I think we cleared the sidewalk!) and back out onto the street. The impact ripped the front spoiler completely off the car, but we sure as hell didn't stop to assess the damage. As we raced back to the interstate, I was quiet as a churchmouse, and seroiusly wondering if this would turn into a demolition derby before all was said and done. Well, we safely made it back to the interstate, and a few miles down the road we were back to laughing at the situation, and back to our flirting again. Needless to say, we were madly in love and the tension between us was a little too hot to bear. She saw a roadside park and raced to a secluded spot with flat track finesse. I know what you all are thinking, but it was getting dark outside, raining, and our adrenaline was pumping so strong that it seemed like a good idea at the time. Wasting no time, we jumped into the back seat and....well use your imagination here. Anyway, a few minutes into it, I saw her eyes grow wide with terror and she started screaming like she'd just seen the gates of Hell open and demons start pouring out! I whirled around ready to rip someone to the frame just in time to see a very elderly gentleman briskly walking back to his car. Turns out she'd left the headlights on, and the poor guy was just walking over to tell us. We left the roadside park faster than a cheetah with it's tail on fire....it was a very quiet ride home. She avoided me for about a week, then we resumed our dating escapades. I have to say that was the most embarrassing/scary bad date I've ever been on.