In honor of the year coming to a close, today I am counting down my top 5 most memorable
dates of guys that I went on dates with in 2014. It’s not based off of any stats or anything, so if you disagree and think that someone else deserved a top spot, then holler at me below.
Fifth Place: The Screaming Australian (Read: The Land Down Under)
Who knew kissing could be so painful and a 90-second blowjob could result in such a deafening reaction?
Fourth Place: The Picky Eater (Read: Picky Dater Meets Picky Eater)
For his sake, I hope 2015 brings less cinnamon sugar and more intense vegetables.
Third Place: The Guy Who Called Me Out While On a Date with Another Guy (Read: Overbooked and Caught Red-Handed with OKCupid and then Dating Déjà Vu)
If any of you readers end up planning multiple dates with different people within the span of a week, then I really hope you don’t get spotted by one guy while on a date with another.
Second Place: The Guy I Recycled (Read about the first time around with this guy: From Dating to Hooking Up & Everything In Between and then Don’t Settle for Less Than You Need; Read about this time around: Recycling Seemed Like a Good Idea at First… then …Until You Realize You Have the Same Tainted Goods You Discarded in the First Place)
Reflecting on 2014, this was the only guy that I actually really liked – buuuuut I also recognize that it was almost entirely based on shallow reasons. Nevertheless, the wedding that he invited me to is still a favorite story among my friends. If you were to only read one of the posts about him, read the last one.
First Place: The Pompous Douchebag (Read: The Attractive Pompous Douchebag, then How to Do Everything Wrong & Get a Second Date (Pizza), and then Sex at Dawn without a Kiss)
This guy somehow managed to become my favorite bad dating story and still get a second date – which was equally bad (if not worse) than the first date.
Well, that’s it. Thanks for following me! Here’s to an even better 2015. CHEERS!