Dating stories gone wrong
When that early February came around, Willa and I had been together for about two and a half months. Now she was stressing me out a bit more, but I opted to not say anything about that. If you have a bad date story you'd love to share, feel free to comment on this post and share away (content policy still applies).
We thought it would be nice to take a weekend trip up to New Hampshire and Vermont. I just wanted to find the park and hopefully go on our hike and enjoy what I could of my time with the increasingly psychotic basketcase.
I thought I was being really safe and that we had built up an element of trust between each other.
We finally decided to meet at a public restaurant, and we both drove separately, and I was really hoping this would turn out all right.
We enjoyed the town, visited a coffee shop, and the local art museum. We stayed overnight in a cozy hotel and the next day we planned to explore northern Vermont.
We felt instantly at ease, talked smoothly all through dinner, and had a really great time.
He walked me to my car and we agreed to meet again.
Willa liked blues dancing, playing her guitar, and had a great sense of humor. We found a snowy mountain and went on a little hike. * This is the last story I plan to post on the site ().
Most of our time together thus far had been pleasant. How dare you fucking say that to me, you fucking piece of shit." Hmm. The whole time, I pretended that everything was okay and that I was truly sorry for the horrible way I had purportedly treated her. The site will remain up for the foreseeable future and I'll be around to check out any posted comments.