tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664128935862208505.post4552447816047199540..comments2023-11-20T05:55:21.126-08:00Comments on Historical Romance Author-Victoria Roberts: Valentine's Day Special--Worst Date EverVictoria Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14655411862542154351noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664128935862208505.post-12586150984055759572011-02-09T17:03:10.999-08:002011-02-09T17:03:10.999-08:00I don't have one worst experience, but my sist...I don't have one worst experience, but my sister and my brother-in-law's birthdays both fall on February 14th. Needless to say, they've all been spent with too many family members to be romantic!Traci Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11736721818048426002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664128935862208505.post-24340632947419366992011-02-09T14:43:04.537-08:002011-02-09T14:43:04.537-08:00You ladies have certainly provided some great ente...You ladies have certainly provided some great entertainment. My dh just keeps shaking his head. Served him right, Maeve!Victoria Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14655411862542154351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664128935862208505.post-8699230081352437202011-02-09T14:36:40.850-08:002011-02-09T14:36:40.850-08:00Worst date? Hmm...have you ever been to a monster ...Worst date? Hmm...have you ever been to a monster truck pull INSIDE an inadequately ventilated arena? Yep. You guessed it. The carbon-monoxide slammed me with an unbearable headache and nausea. When Mr. Inconsiderate complained that I was just "acting" sick because I didn't like his choice of entertainment, I convinced him I was truly ill. I puked in his lap. He didn't call me again. Can't imagine why? ;-)Maeve Greysonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947265251857551496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664128935862208505.post-60729541328503780762011-02-09T14:16:38.005-08:002011-02-09T14:16:38.005-08:00Sounds like you've had more than your fair sha...Sounds like you've had more than your fair share of losers, Victoria! Can't even come close to the Rune Man experience. Glad you can laugh about it now :-)Pat McDermotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17969402820726235963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664128935862208505.post-31181057530829476332011-02-09T13:08:39.144-08:002011-02-09T13:08:39.144-08:00My ex-husband once took me on a valentines date an...My ex-husband once took me on a valentines date and presented me with a pot of flowers. While his jester was meant to be kind, when I picked them up, I wondered why they seemed to weigh a ton. It was then that I realized the pot was filled with concrete and the flowers were CEMETARY flowers. As a last minute shopper, he didn't live that one down for a long time.Tammy Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11372212392182417730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664128935862208505.post-80825051269706045802011-02-09T12:42:05.830-08:002011-02-09T12:42:05.830-08:00What a wonderful blog post - thanks for sharing. ...What a wonderful blog post - thanks for sharing. Honestly, I can't really think of a "bad date"...I can think of plenty of "bad boyfriends". Luckily those days are long gone! Can't wait to see what others say about their "bad dates".Wendy Q.http://wendyquest.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664128935862208505.post-50186766230468928172011-02-09T12:01:24.534-08:002011-02-09T12:01:24.534-08:00LOL ladies! We should write a book compiling all o...LOL ladies! We should write a book compiling all of our bad date stories. Although, Donna... you're still married to yours! That's great!Victoria Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14655411862542154351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664128935862208505.post-90955757220607350442011-02-09T11:54:14.701-08:002011-02-09T11:54:14.701-08:00Oh, I love this, Victoria! What a great idea. My w...Oh, I love this, Victoria! What a great idea. My worst date ever? I've had a few bad ones but the worst single date was with a guy I'd met on December 18th. It was on or about January 18th and we'd been out and then returned to his house to watch television for a little while before he took me home. The really bad part was that I fell asleep on his couch and didn't wake up until the following morning at 6:00 a.m. (I still lived at home--I was still in college--and my father was just a TAD old-fashioned.) To make matters worse, I was supposed to be at work by 6:30 and didn't have a uniform with me--I lived about half an hour away from the guy's house and it was another half-hour back to work. The guy took me home and faced the music with my dad. It didn't turn out all bad, though. He asked me to marry him on February 13th and that was just short of 40 lovely years ago. I SWEAR I can't think where they all went! So maybe Shakespeare had it right after all..."all's well that end's well"!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10887343545195798501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664128935862208505.post-11889363899536543702011-02-09T11:26:43.929-08:002011-02-09T11:26:43.929-08:00Beautiful blog, Victoria. Love the pictures and th...Beautiful blog, Victoria. Love the pictures and the feel of it.<br /><br />I dated a computer geeky guy, now this was quite a while ago. He lived at home (should have been a clue), and he borrowed his Dad's red Thunderbird. He didn't date very much, but our parents were friends from church, and our mothers got together (another clue there) and decided it would be good for him, mostly, to take me out.<br />He could hardly see behind his bottlejars! He had a lisp, wore his pants halfway to his nipples (yes, he had those too). I tried to be nice. I really did. We went to a beautiful restaurant with views of the whole San Francisco bay. I was homesick for anybody, even his pimple-faced friend.<br />But I lost it when he said it would be all right if I "snuggled up close" to him as he was driving me home.<br />I looked at him with tears in my eyes, and said, sadly, "No. I'm sorry. I can't do that."<br />What makes this a really really really bad date is the fact that, some years later, I learned he lost the glasses, trimmed down and became a startup Bijillionnaire!!<br />But I'm hoping, in my little romance heart of hearts, that he got the girl he truly deserved. Because the truth was/is, I was not up to his standard.Sharon Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09733653906932403080noreply@blogger.com