<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828181417818720946.post2709610243854370249..comments</id><updated>2010-04-09T14:24:17.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Tales from an Internet Dater: Dating Horror Stories: Worst Date Ever</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.talesfromaninternetdater.com/feeds/2709610243854370249/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/2709610243854370249/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.talesfromaninternetdater.com/2009/11/dating-horror-stories-worst-date-ever.html'/><author><name>Dating Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04664889745002785543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828181417818720946.post-5675601677468388812</id><published>2010-04-09T14:24:17.413-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:24:17.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Mike.

Do you like your friends? Have many...</title><content type='html'>Note to Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your friends? Have many? (Kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a friend ever set me up with someone they deemed not suitable to date themselves and spent most of the night thinking of ways to end the date.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendship would be under serious review. lol</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/2709610243854370249/comments/default/5675601677468388812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/2709610243854370249/comments/default/5675601677468388812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.talesfromaninternetdater.com/2009/11/dating-horror-stories-worst-date-ever.html?showComment=1270837457413#c5675601677468388812' title=''/><author><name>Being Samiantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09086500727998442794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06557831848640357701'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.talesfromaninternetdater.com/2009/11/dating-horror-stories-worst-date-ever.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828181417818720946.post-2709610243854370249' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/posts/default/2709610243854370249' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828181417818720946.post-6137594033934595496</id><published>2009-11-07T11:58:25.559-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:58:25.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha. I've not had anything as bad. The guy who en...</title><content type='html'>Haha. I&amp;#39;ve not had anything as bad. The guy who ended up dating a 15 year old, spat badly as he talked, and had a bit of a lopsided face obscured from his photos was pretty bad... and embarassing to be around. Oh, and he had lied about being vegetarian and his education to impress me? Pointless, because he was actually a successful computer games graphics designer on a fortune. He did however try and use THAT to impress me, too. I hate that about dating, there&amp;#39;s not being shallow, but then there&amp;#39;s people who have weird mannerisms and everything and you know within 5 minutes you aren&amp;#39;t interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one where the guy was all chatty and fun by text and phone, then when we met he was soooo quiet and I had to completely lead the conversation (which I HATE. I go for people more noisy than me, not quieter!). Completely humourless and odd, though nice, of course. Then we met his mates, I had wanted to leave but found out his mates were people I vaguely knew. Oddly, as soon as his best mate showed up he was a completely different person... Funny, but still I thought... Is he your social prop? Like a double act, when you take him away from it he fades into nothing? Oh well. Ended not too awkwardly though clearly not into one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other weird one was a guy who started trying to touch me without any show of interest, talking about the long term, about how over time we could learn each others&amp;#39; &amp;quot;hot spots&amp;quot; and turn ons, then trying to poke me to find them. On a bench. By a busy path alongside the Rhine. Weird.....</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/2709610243854370249/comments/default/6137594033934595496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/2709610243854370249/comments/default/6137594033934595496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.talesfromaninternetdater.com/2009/11/dating-horror-stories-worst-date-ever.html?showComment=1257613105559#c6137594033934595496' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.talesfromaninternetdater.com/2009/11/dating-horror-stories-worst-date-ever.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828181417818720946.post-2709610243854370249' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/posts/default/2709610243854370249' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828181417818720946.post-2715496021399824918</id><published>2009-11-06T18:03:25.995-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:03:25.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe if it was someone I didn't like. And then I ...</title><content type='html'>Maybe if it was someone I didn&amp;#39;t like. And then I would ask them to send a text for each time he ordered coffee or used the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I have unlimited texting.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/2709610243854370249/comments/default/2715496021399824918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/2709610243854370249/comments/default/2715496021399824918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.talesfromaninternetdater.com/2009/11/dating-horror-stories-worst-date-ever.html?showComment=1257548605995#c2715496021399824918' title=''/><author><name>Dating Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04664889745002785543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15009459562072143798'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.talesfromaninternetdater.com/2009/11/dating-horror-stories-worst-date-ever.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828181417818720946.post-2709610243854370249' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/posts/default/2709610243854370249' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828181417818720946.post-4773865941272219661</id><published>2009-11-06T17:04:59.335-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:04:59.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's pretty funny, you should set him up with on...</title><content type='html'>That&amp;#39;s pretty funny, you should set him up with one of your single friends just for fun. &lt;br /&gt;Worst internet date I have ever had was a girl that lied pretty badly on her profile. She was literally 50lbs heavier, 5 inches shorter and 10 years older. I didn&amp;#39;t know what to say. Just too shocked that anyone would do that.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/2709610243854370249/comments/default/4773865941272219661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/2709610243854370249/comments/default/4773865941272219661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.talesfromaninternetdater.com/2009/11/dating-horror-stories-worst-date-ever.html?showComment=1257545099335#c4773865941272219661' title=''/><author><name>mikethemasterdater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162452667309496917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.talesfromaninternetdater.com/2009/11/dating-horror-stories-worst-date-ever.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828181417818720946.post-2709610243854370249' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828181417818720946/posts/default/2709610243854370249' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>