Spill the beans... on your worst free romantic memories

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Last week we asked you to share your best free romance memories, and there were some lovely stories. However, this week we'd like to hear about your worst ones.

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Winky,_The_House_Elf

Years ago i had the date from Hell.

The first warning signs were that he hated everything!

Me: What do you like to do when you're not working?
Him: Nothing, sleep. I'm always working.

Me: I love traveling, I've just got back from volunteering in an orphange in Thailand.
Him: I hate foreigners, went to Spain once, full of 'em.


We were going to see a film. The film was Bi-centenial Man, which was like pulling teeth, he fell asleep, snoring and flung an arm around me! I couldn't abandon him as it was miles from home!

I dropped him off afterwards, and he said "That didn't go too well did it Amanda?"
"No, not really and my name isn't Amanda!"

At least he had the grace to blush!

sooby

My first boyfriend said he was going to take me away for valentines weekend. Wouldnt tell me where, said it was a surprise. I was 17, mega excited about going away for the first time with my bloke so I booked the monday off work (in case of jet lag), checked my passport, bought a travel plug, packed carefully and prepared for going abroad (hoping for paris or somewhere equally romantic). He picked me up late afternoon in the taxi, my family waved me off. 10 minutes later the taxi stopped outside a b&b in the town where I live. He then showed me the contents of his luggage - footy kit for sunday morning. Turns out the weekend away was a night in the b&b.... I did forgive him, and we were together for 7 years but he never lived it down lol x

mckenzzee

I'm living with my worst romantic memory, I have to ask myself do I really want to stay in this unhappy partnership, he's having a hard time emotionally & I cannot appear to be selfish, each time I think I’ve overcome my disappointment & try to adapt a new mind set, remind myself it’ll be ok, just give him some time, he then says or does something that makes me think is this really worth all this doubt, am I living a lie.........my worst romantic memory is live.
:sad:

SailorSam

Winky,_The_House_Elf wrote: »

Years ago i had the date from Hell.

The first warning signs were that he hated everything!

Me: What do you like to do when you're not working?
Him: Nothing, sleep. I'm always working.

Me: I love traveling, I've just got back from volunteering in an orphange in Thailand.
Him: I hate foreigners, went to Spain once, full of 'em.


We were going to see a film. The film was Bi-centenial Man, which was like pulling teeth, he fell asleep, snoring and flung an arm around me! I couldn't abandon him as it was miles from home!

I dropped him off afterwards, and he said "That didn't go too well did it Amanda?"
"No, not really and my name isn't Amanda!"

At least he had the grace to blush!

I remember that night, sorry about that.
And i still hate foreigners.

Errata

He wanted to make it a day to remember with a Special Valentine's dinner at a very expensive restaurant, superb food, wine and service. He was dressed up like a dog's dinner, as was I.
So romantic, and free for him because he forgot his wallet :mad:

Thank god it wasn't the Fat Duck, I would have been washing up for weeks

frollie

As my husband's birthday is the day before Valentine's Day I decided to give him a surprise party. I told him we were going to a Valentine's dance with our friends. I was still working but managed to prepare all the food and stash it away in friends freezers and other hiding places. When the day arrived and everyone started arriving and wishing him a happy birthday, I expected him to be surprised. He was - and angry too as he said he was really looking forward to the dance! There were some embarrassing silences until he'd had a few drinks and warmed up but I would never do it again!!

DaniTheDefiant

My (now ex, thank goodness!) boyfriend wanted to surprise me with a super romantic valentine's day one year while we were in university. I was told only that he would make arrangements for the evening and I should make myself free from 5pm.
After he picked me up, and I promptly fell asleep in the car (it was my final year of study and I was in the throes of midterm exams and essays as well as working quite a lot to pay my way, and the 14th fell mid-week!). When I woke up an hour later, we were at a B&B in the countryside.
He'd already driven out earlier that day to prepare the room - there were roses on the table, flower petals on the bed, scented candles and bubble bath ready for the jacuzzi tub, the whole romantic dream setup. Sadly, he wouldn't let my housemates help him pack a bag for me, so he'd forgotten, in no particular order:
My contact solution, case, and glasses,
toothbrush,
any sort of cosmetics or even moisturizer,
and clothing for me except skanky lingerie.

Then I asked what we were doing for dinner.
No, Dominoe's doesn't deliver to the deepest countryside, and chocolate covered strawberries and champagne alone do not a starving student feed.

So we got in the car, drove back home, picked up everything I needed, drove back out to the hotel, and I desperately tried to stay awake while we had a long bubble bath, I tried to stay awake while we cuddled and exchanged sweet nothings, and then we left at 7 the next morning so he could deliver me, in yesterday's clothes, to my 8:00 lecture!

jw25

hey mckenzee
i read your post, then re-read it....
just wanted to say that i hope your okay...

mrsk

..so I invited him to visit me at university to accompany me to a party. He was ok for Friday evening. Saturday he showed his true colours He resembled Winky's date. Nothing was right. He hated the food. He hated the restuarant. He moaned. I couldn't bear it. So I fell ill and insisted that he returned to his university so he could enjoy Saturday evening.

Once he was on the train, I miraculously recovered and went to the party alone. We never spoke again.