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Prom Nights from Hell by Meg Cabot, Kim Harrison, Michele Jaffe,...

I’ve got a hardcover copy of this book to giveaway to a random commenter. You just need to post the best bad date/bad prom night story in your memory banks. The comments will close on Sunday, April 22.

My worst date was in college. I hadn’t much dating experience. My parents were strict and my social circle was small. I was a bit overweight, quite mousy and spent most of my time with my books. By the time I got to college, I may have had a dozen dates under my belt. I fully intended to throw myself head first into the dating pool which we all know is very dangerous.

It was early fall and I owned a pair of white jeans. Yep, white. We all now know where this is going, right? I had a spill. I went to the bathroom and tried to scrub said spill out only when you add water to spills and then adding scrubbing, it only ends in a larger, MUCH larger stain. Luckily I had a cardigan which I proceeded to wrap around my waist. I returned to my seat, proclaimed that I wasn’t feeling well and made the boy take me home. I was too humiliated to ever see him again.

I have never wore white pants since.

Jane Litte is the founder of Dear Author, a lawyer, and a lover of pencil skirts. She spends her downtime reading romances and writing about them. Her TBR pile is much larger than the one shown in the picture and not as pretty. You can reach Jane by email at jane @ dearauthor dot com

14 Comments

  1. Elizabeth
    Apr 20, 2007 @ 16:35:12

    Before my senior prom, my date and I went to dinner at the hippest new restaurant in my small town. My date, a truly beautiful (and kind) young man ordered a seafood medley served on a bed of trendy, squid-ink linguini. The prom was lame (as they all are) but the ensuing after-parties on the beach were a blast. We capped off the evening with slices of pie at the Waffle House, then got in the limo to head back to our cars. At this point my date, who had not been drinking but who, it turned out, had some lurking food allergies, projectile barfed sqid-ink linguini and french silk pie all over me.

    Prom is the reason all limos smell like vomit.

  2. Eva Gale
    Apr 20, 2007 @ 20:20:00

    I don’t want to be in the drawing, but in a year when sheath dresses were in? I arrived in bubble gum pink t length (with the fluffy pouf thing going) and proceeded to catch an acrylic nail on fire. My date did not dance-and I never went to my senior prom becaue my junior one sucked so bad. I spent the senior prom at the mall with my bff smoking clove cigarettes, lighting insense cones and setting them out like rafts in the fountains on soda caps. It was a blast.

  3. Lesley Speller
    Apr 20, 2007 @ 21:51:48

    When I was a freshman in high school, I hung out with a bunch of juniors and seniors. So one of the seniors asks me to go to the prom with him. I say sure sounds like fun, and the next day he calls me back and says oh I decided I really didn’t want to go and I figured I should tell you now. I was naturally quite irritated. The day after that he called again and said oh I decided I want to go anyway. So for whatever reason I say I’ll go with him. Chalk that one up to being a freshman… So we go and have a pretty decent night at the prom. Then are the after parties. Well I know all my friends, the juniors and seniors, are planning a party but we get in the car to leave and he’s like yeah they said they weren’t going to have a party… hmm… So naturally I made him take me home. A year or so later they admitted that yeah there was a party and they loved me but didn’t like the guy so they didn’t want him there. Great friends!

  4. kardis
    Apr 21, 2007 @ 08:30:01

    My senior prom I went with my boyfriend of 2 years (who was a freshman in college by then). We met up with another friend of mine and her date while there. Her date was a buddy of mine from drama so we danced together once (while I grilled him to make sure he wasn’t gonna be an a-hole to my friend). I found out a little later that while I was dancing with this guy my “friend” and boyfriend had a nice little public make-out session. And I was the last to know. My dress was really nice though!

  5. Jackie
    Apr 21, 2007 @ 11:41:53

    Senior prom, high school. The spaghetti straps of my dress weren’t up to the apparently herculean task of containing my boobs…and around ten pm, June was bustin’ out all over. My date didn’t mind, but oh my God, I was mortified.

    Even worse, another girl had the EXACT same dress as me. And, as far as I could tell, didn’t have the strap problem.

  6. Robin
    Apr 21, 2007 @ 13:44:49

    Most of my embarrassing stories aren’t fit for mixed company, but all the prom stories reminded me of my own prom disaster. I got this beautiful long pink fitted chiffon dress, and when the guy and I were on our way to dinner, the entire zipper at the back of the dress just separated — ALL THE WAY DOWN (I swear it was just that innocent!) — right there in the car. No one’s hands were even involved. So we had to find someone on the way to the prom who was able to sew me into my dress (IN BLACK THREAD, because that’s all she had on a Saturday evening before prom), and I had to hope the stitches didn’t pop — until the end of the prom, that is. Later, of course . . . well I’m not sharing THAT part of the story.

  7. Rosie
    Apr 21, 2007 @ 14:14:03

    Mine is actually the invite to the sr prom. The month before when guys started asking girls out to prom I start to be stalked by a young man from the track team. I barely know this guy is in the sr class let alone being interested in dating him. Never had him in a class, I’ve never spoken to him beyond a ‘hello’.

    Aside from being too intense and hardly speaking, he sort of creeped me out when he followed me around for a week. When he finally gets up the nerve to ask me to prom I discover he has no front teeth. None. Two bottom teeth and the top four front teeth all missing. I’m so gobsmacked I put him off. Telling him I’ll let him know the next day. My Mom says if I turn him down I can’t go with anyone else. So I’m not only superficial (missing teeth though!), but I’m also apparently not going to be going to prom.

    Oh, and just so you know…the reason I said ‘No’ aside from the, I hardly know the guy and the missing teeth? He had bridges he could wear (so he had teeth) but he didn’t like wearing them. I figured any guy who wouldn’t put his teeth in to ask me out didn’t really want a date.

  8. Elizabeth
    Apr 21, 2007 @ 14:50:15

    Rosie said: “He had bridges he could wear (so he had teeth) but he didn't like wearing them.”

    LOL!

  9. Lesley Speller
    Apr 21, 2007 @ 15:23:57

    Robin Says: “the entire zipper at the back of the dress just separated”

    Ohhhh That is awful! I thought that had happened at my wedding! We were in the receiving line, and I leaned over to hug my little cousin and felt my zipper split open! I leaned over and told my mom. Fortunately it had only unzipped! That would have been extraordinarily embarrassing.

  10. Terri
    Apr 21, 2007 @ 15:38:40

    My worst date was when I was in college. I didn’t have that much dating experience. My date and I went to a nice restaurant and while we were waiting for our order to come we started talking about ourselves, family, jobs, etc.

    Everything was going great when all of a sudden he started talking about all the places he had done it well that killed the mood. Likely our dinner came at that moment so I could concentrate on how good it was and pretending what he said didn’t bug me.

    After dinner I asked him to take me home and when we got there he tried to kiss me but I stopped him. I said sorry but I’m not going to go there with you and I’m not that kind of girl. Then I said I didn’t appreciate him telling me about his conquests and I think we shouldn’t see each other anymore. He agreed and we parted ways.

  11. Pamk
    Apr 21, 2007 @ 17:17:45

    I never had those kind of dates think god. about the only thing I can think of was when me and hubby were dating We were leaving my dad’s house and I had my hands full and slipped going out the steps. Since one of the things I had in my had was a four pack of wine coolers I am sure I looked like a total booze head. But the steps were iced over and I came out before he could come in from starting the car to let it warm up.

  12. Cheryl S.
    Apr 21, 2007 @ 18:26:02

    My worst date can’t even really be classified as a date; more like an almost-date. When I was in my early 20s, there was this guy at work that I really, really liked. And after waiting for what seemed like forever, he finally called me! The moment I’d been waiting for. He asked what I was doing that night and I said, “Nothing. Just watching some tv.” OK, I know, way to play hard-to-get. But I’d liked him for a while now and didn’t want to miss my chance. Then he said, “Good, I’ve got a date and I need someone to babysit my kids.” Yeah, I did watch the kids but only because I was afraid of who he’d leave them with if I didn’t.

  13. ellie
    Apr 22, 2007 @ 07:44:02

    I was looking forward to this outing since a young man whom I thought was interested in me took me to a summer lawn party many years ago. The summer night was beautiful and the people were interesting and fun. Suddenly he said that he had to leave since he was not feeling well. I was upset but left with him. On the way home in the car he was trying to do everything possible that was objectionalbe and totally our of line. I dumped him forever after that debacle.

  14. alissa
    Apr 22, 2007 @ 07:46:31

    When I was invited out to a movie with a young man whom a friend told me about I was thrilled. He showed me a good time and then later on in the evening stopped at a friend’s apartment and said that he would be back in 5 minutes. H e left me sitting in the car for over an hour and just sauntered back and said nothing. I had never felt so rotten or ill. Never saw the creep again either. Too bad at the time I could not drive but he didn’t leave the keys in the car and I wasn’t going to walk home.

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