I was reading Rhodri Marsden's Storify about really bad dates in 140 characters or less.

Which of course means I want to share a few with you. Very few of my dates don't end up in sexual activity, because you know, that's just how I am. Sometimes though they end up not quite like how I imagined them.

When I lived in the Rocky Mountain West, I travelled to meet a couple, sight unseen, to explore doing a threesome. I got to the restaurant, I was horrified to find out they had not told me everything they probably should have.

He was in his 50s. She was in her mid 20s and 6 or 7 months preggers. I knew they were a May/Dec situation, and that wasn't what bothered me. It was not being told she was pregnant.

But it gets better. They weren't attractive AT ALL. They hadn't even cleaned up for this meeting/date. I was wearing a nice clean pair of jeans and shirt. She was wearing a sloppy dirty t-shirt. He was wearing a Dale Sr. coat I don't think he'd ever washed. The coat smelled like a dead animal. But the best part, he took his teeth out of his mouth and put them on a napkin because they hurt his head.

Yeah. No. I went home and never contacted them again.

Later on, in the swing group we both belonged to, he had the balls to post that I was a fake. 

I have more. They only get worse (better?)