Im not a mod! But, no worries Patsy, you can have my share.

Now now ladies, no fighting over me, theres plenty to go around......err, not that Im bragging . Neverdie ur a

This happened many years ago, but it is still memorable. I was going to the Post Office to drop off some letters and bills. I was in my Alfa Romeo spider and had the radio on the classic rock radio station blaring pretty loud. I pulled into the parking lot and parked next to another car with a girl in it. When I came out of the Post Office and started getting into my car, she rolled down the window and said that I had good taste in music. She also said she thought I was cute and we should go out some time. She didn't look too bad (keep in mind she is sitting in a car and all I could see was the top of her through the rolled down window), so I said yes. She gave me her number and I called her the next day.

Now I was going to drive down to Tijuana Mexico (from Orange County CA) anyways because I wanted to buy some duty free cigarettes (in those days it was like $1.50 a pack, I bought a couple cartons, gas was $1.30 per gallon, so it was worth the two hour drive). I asked her if she wanted to come down with me and spend the day down there. I, of course, was looking forward to driving down in a little Italian convertible with a cute girl next to me. Everything was cool driving down there. It was a convertible, and it can be hard to hear the conversation with the top down. When we got there we went to eat. She takes off her jacket at the restaurant, and I see marks on her arm. I ask her what happened, and she tells me that she likes to cut herself. Things started going down hill from there. When she took off her jacket, her belly started popping out from under her shirt, and I could see some serious stretch marks. I guess she saw I noticed and then told me that she just had a baby 2 months ago, but she gave it up for adoption because she was homeless and living on the street. She said that she just moved back in with her mother 3 weeks ago. She also said that she was planning on moving to Reno, NV and asked if I wanted to go with her and we could live together. (Keep in mnd that this is date number 1.)

She said a bunch of things over the course of the meal; none of which could be considered 'good'. I realized that I had bitten off more than I could chew. I also realized I was stuck with her for another 2 hours as I had to drive her back home. I dropped her off home at her mother's and I tried to get out of there as quick as I could. She wanted to make out with me in my car, but I said I had to go home. I said I would call her just to get out of my car. (Of course, I had no intention of calling her.) After I left, she started calling me every 20 minutes for the next 4 days. I also realized from dropping her off that she lived about 2 miles away from me. For the next few years, I was on the lookout to try and avoid ever running into her again.

WOAH sub!!!!!!! Good lesson in not to do anything that you cant get out of with someone you just met. BUT..i dont suppose that kind of thing happens very often!

There maybe a thread already, or off topic but..

Do Farang Ladies living in the LOS date Thai guys, and is it generally good/bad/no difference?

What would you say Thai guy's +'s or -'s are in relation to western guys?

Just curious..

when I was young I never went on dates; yew had to have money and a car for that an' I had neither...usually you'd just bump into someone you knew, go to someone's house, smoke dope and drink cheap wine then decide if you wanted to spend the night together...life was simple...

later, in my 30s I tried some personal adverts in the local newspapers (it was the 80s and no internet yet yet); by then I was a YUP and had plenty of money and my own transport...it was in the SF Bay area and I had some hair-raising experiences on 'the first date'...

like a lamb to the slaughter ...

Come on Toots, tell us about your dates!!!

I can still remember my first date with my wife. She was in Bangkok studying at Teachers' College and I was in town for a couple of days. We went out for lunch and then to the Siam cinema to see a Filipino film called "Igorota", which was so gory, my wife (just friend at the time) felt sick and I had to take her home to the Girl Guides Hostel. She can't remember anything about it. Shows how much impact I had.

My second date with her was after our engagement and we went with about 15 other young people to an island in the Mekong River near Vientiane. That was our dating history as far as I can remember. Our first kiss was after we were married - 38 years and three children ago. I'm sure things have changed since then, even in this part of the world.

funny here!

I had no first date, but I can tell yo about my last date.

She act like an princess, but for real she wasn't honest at all, she was not pretty, but pretty old, naughty I must say. Educated yes, very funny too... almost idiot well.... she seems to suite me .

So I married her.

lol

Worst date: In Singapore about 10 years ago.

I was new to Singapore, I didn’t know anyone there and I was contemplating the prospect of a lonely weekend.

On my way back from work I’d stopped off for a bite to eat, while minding my own business a rather attractive woman approached me and started conversation.

After a some chatting we’d agreed to meet up on Friday.

She picked me up and took me to the harbour where there were a group of people at a BBQ, this is where the nightmare started.

She’d taken me to a church group all of whom appeared to want to adopt me as a new born again member.

Come on Toots, tell us about your dates!!!

well...in the beginning I thought that I'd be like that American Psycho guy; yew know, lure them in, murder them then chop 'em up an' have sex wid de remains? very 80s but that got old after awhile...

then I thought that I'd do the sincerity number but after meeting so many lonely people that became depressing...one woman who was desperate to get married (interesting as she was an accountant and made more money than me) insisted that I looked like Mel Gibson (I did not except that we both had dark features)...the sex was OK as she was attractive and willing to do anything to please me but I had to end it as it wasn't fair; I liked her but she really wasn't my type and I thought that I'd give the YUP experience a go...she was devastated and I was totally bummed out...

the next one was very nice; attractive, political and a high school english teacher but she revealed a couple of things about herself that made any serious relationship impossible so I ended that one too before we had spent much time together and things got complicated like with the previous woman; couldn't bear another episode like that one...I was now despairing that I would never find anyone suitable...

in between I always had money and the escort services and keeping things strictly on a money basis was looking more attractive with each failed attempt as described...

things then congealed and I left the US never really to return in the late 80s...since been married twice an' had some other significant relationships but never did go on a date again...not that I don't empathize with others that have had unhappy experiences...

I'll be 60 soon and now content with my circumstances and the people that love me...who needs dates anyway?; highly overrated just like sex with young women, privately owned automobiles and western liberal democracies...been doing OK without them now fer years...

Edited June 6, 201016 yr by tutsiwarrior

Thanks, Toots!! It's always good to hear nice stories!!!

I will never forget the first time I met my future husband.

He asked me when we could meet again and (in all seriousness!) - I pulled out my diary (mind you, we'd both had too much to drink)!

Embarrassingly (looking back now), I went through every day for a week - before finally saying (and I promise you this is true), "I can fit you in next Saturday morning"!

Anyway, we never looked back - or at least not for MANY years....

Thanks, Toots!! It's always good to hear nice stories!!!

always happy to oblige, ms patsy

I once went on a blind date and the guy took me to a karaoke box where he took off his shoes, jumped on the couch, and sang a lot of Green Day. I guess he was really, really, REALLY into karaoke.

After the karaoke he said, 'let's have a bite to eat'.

He then took me to the nearest McDonalds, pulled out a COUPON for a McFlurry.

The final nail in the coffin was when, during the eating of the said McFlurry, he told me he is a, quote, 'downright hairy bastard who has to shave his neck and back every other day'.

That was the end of the date.

LMAO,

Mcdonalds? Wow, you'd think he'd at least spring for Burger King.

How many times have any of you been out on a date with a guy who has forgotten his wallet?

It happened to me twice (should have learned the lesson the first time) and they chose the restaurant.

The second one even had the balls to say he had left his wallet in the car and would just go and get it. Never to be seen again... <deleted>?? Chinese restuarant with crispy duck etc. Expensive.

No problem, we are now friends and laugh about it. And he has paid for numerous meals since. But the embarrassment of sitting there waiting for him to come back is still there!! And the cherry on the cake is that there was a couple we knew who were sat at the next table..... giving me, Ah the poor bitch looks....

Worst date:

Date with a white kenyan lady. Picked her up at her moms at 6pm; came back at 10pm alone to explain to her mom that her daughter was in hospital and sedated.

We had a fight half way through the date and she yanked the hand break (as i was driving). I pulled over and took a few deep breathes, turned and saw her headbutting a wall repeatedly and methodically. I took her to hospital as she was losing it somewhat and the doctor said good that i did and checked her in for the night.

True story. I think it was caused be her manic depression.

Now, any ladies fancy a date this friday? I know a good bar close to BNH..

Those Kenyan roads are buggers.

Some great first date stories, so I'll add mine.

I remember when I lived in KL and Internet dating sites were new and fairly basic. I chatted to a 28 year old Chinese/Malay lawyer who seemed really nice. We chatted on the phone and agreed to meet up for dinner on Friday. I got to the restaurant early and right at the next table was a group of people from my Office. I told them why I was there. The lawyer called me as she was downstairs to check I was there already and all I could think was "please, don't be fat". Well, she came up the stairs and she must have been 300lbs and wearing a tight black dress that was 4 sizes too small. All I remember is my table of friends trying to subdue their laughter. My reputation was shot and I still had to eat dinner and suffer the sniggers from the other table. I never lived that one down.

My second and only other Internet blind date was with a senior executive of a charity organization, who was 8 years older than me. We had a great dinner and I drove her home. It was still early and she asked me in for a coffee. She disappeared into her bedroom and 10 minutes later came out wearing latex and with a whip. It felt like a movie. In answer to your questions....yes.

Not quite a first date but a first introduction....

A good while back I was to be introduced to an ex-girlfriends parents (Thai). Privately they had expressed their reservations about their daughter dating a foreigner (based on our reputation to break up rather easily with a girl and move on).

Nevertheless on a Chinese New year I was invited round for dinner to meet them as a 'friend'. I was treated very politely and respectfully, they (my ex's parents and family) made it easy for me to be polite, comfortable and represent myself well.

But I had a wicked secret... that day I had particularly suspect bowels. After eating a number of 'unknown items' I needed to excuse myself. After being escorted to guests bathroom I was horrified to discover there was no air-con. 10 mins later I was even more horrified to discover the flush wasn't working. I spent another 20 mins attempting to flush Mr Hankey away but failed miserably.

I gave up and returned to the table looking very sweaty after a 30 minute departure and had to explain to my ex that I'd left a present in the bathroom and could she ensure that no one else goes to that bathroom until the offending item had been dealt with...

I've just read through the replies, makes funny reading .......

So for my two pence worth,

I had a blind date, through newspaper ad...the description "brunette" and "could lose a couple of lbs"...no problem I thought, heh, I'm no Brad Pitt.

Arranged to meet outside a station....anyway, I'm waiting....excited , looking for a brown jacket. Then I see a brown jacket "could this be her?" I thought...excitement abating slightly......she walks closer, she hasn't spotted me, I've not been made , closer still and I see she's about 5ft, BIG and a hare lip. I'll be honest, I was going to slink away, but I didn't....... We went out, had a laugh, had a drink and a nice curry and I saw her onto the train home. :jap:

Edited July 23, 201015 yr by bkksteviejai

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Not quite a first date but a first introduction....

A good while back I was to be introduced to an ex-girlfriends parents (Thai). Privately they had expressed their reservations about their daughter dating a foreigner (based on our reputation to break up rather easily with a girl and move on).

Nevertheless on a Chinese New year I was invited round for dinner to meet them as a 'friend'. I was treated very politely and respectfully, they (my ex's parents and family) made it easy for me to be polite, comfortable and represent myself well.

But I had a wicked secret... that day I had particularly suspect bowels. After eating a number of 'unknown items' I needed to excuse myself. After being escorted to guests bathroom I was horrified to discover there was no air-con. 10 mins later I was even more horrified to discover the flush wasn't working. I spent another 20 mins attempting to flush Mr Hankey away but failed miserably.

I gave up and returned to the table looking very sweaty after a 30 minute departure and had to explain to my ex that I'd left a present in the bathroom and could she ensure that no one else goes to that bathroom until the offending item had been dealt with...

I wish I knew how to set up one of those JingThing polls. Though the specific circumstances may be different, I'm guessing at least 50% of the posters here have been through a situation extremely similar to this.

Not quite a first date but a first introduction....

A good while back I was to be introduced to an ex-girlfriends parents (Thai). Privately they had expressed their reservations about their daughter dating a foreigner (based on our reputation to break up rather easily with a girl and move on).

Nevertheless on a Chinese New year I was invited round for dinner to meet them as a 'friend'. I was treated very politely and respectfully, they (my ex's parents and family) made it easy for me to be polite, comfortable and represent myself well.

But I had a wicked secret... that day I had particularly suspect bowels. After eating a number of 'unknown items' I needed to excuse myself. After being escorted to guests bathroom I was horrified to discover there was no air-con. 10 mins later I was even more horrified to discover the flush wasn't working. I spent another 20 mins attempting to flush Mr Hankey away but failed miserably.

I gave up and returned to the table looking very sweaty after a 30 minute departure and had to explain to my ex that I'd left a present in the bathroom and could she ensure that no one else goes to that bathroom until the offending item had been dealt with...

I wish I knew how to set up one of those JingThing polls. Though the specific circumstances may be different, I'm guessing at least 50% of the posters here have been through a situation extremely similar to this.

I refer you to the scene in the film "trainspotting", which my weak stomach and gentle disposition preclude me from describing...

SC

I've never been on a date. That's right girls!

men and their ever increasing obsession with their bowel movements. Um, just so you know, not something to talk about on a first date, or second or third or even 10th.

men and their ever increasing obsession with their bowel movements. Um, just so you know, not something to talk about on a first date, or second or third or even 10th.

I suppose for some of us its more of a cause for concern than it used to be - 'never trust a fart' as Mr Forbes said elsewhere

SC

men and their ever increasing obsession with their bowel movements. Um, just so you know, not something to talk about on a first date, or second or third or even 10th.

Go to the toilet prior to your date. Problem solved.

Many years ago, when I first came to Thailand I shared a two-bedroom apartment with an American man and his Thai girlfriend. We split the rent on the apartment.

His Thai girlfriend had a 5 year old son that lived with her mother and father.

My friend went away on a 3 day business trip, and while he was gone this Thai girlfriend asked me to take her and her son to a local "kiddies" park in Bangkok...so the kid could ride some of the rides there in the park. It seemed like a nice outing for them and myself also, so I agreed. We had a good time, her kid got to take his favorite rides and we had a meal. We then went back to the apartment I shared with my friend and his girlfriend informed me that she intended to sleep with me as "payment" for taking her and her son out that day. But first she told me she wanted XXXX so she could buy a new dress for the "favor" she was doing with me by sleeping with me. She also told me the real reason she was doing this was because she was angry at her boyfriend (my friend) and when he learned I had slept with her, it would make him jelous.

Now I may not be the smartest person when it comes to "relationships", but I had enough sense to run away from that as fast as I could. The upshot was I slept alone that night with my bedroom door locked...she got no money and also had no reason to make her boyfriend jelous...at least not on my account.

That is my story of a first (and last) date that started out well but ended up with alarm bells ringing in my head.

As quickly as I could I moved out of that apartment and got my own place.

P.S. I should think it was obvious, but I'm a male

Edited January 9, 201115 yr by IMA_FARANG

Take your problem thai.

My problem is mine, I hope you good new year!!

I hope the ladies got my ha ha.