When he answered the door shirtless and suggested you slather his new large cats of the African plains back tattoo with Vaseline, you hit an all-time dating low.
Until he asked if you’d mind driving to Uncle Vito’s Pizza Pavilion.
Think things can’t get worse? Oh, they can — and have. Just check the stories on MyVeryWorstDate.com.
After years of comparing grandmama’s boys, cashless Casanovas, and Johnny-come-two-hours-latelies, Victoria Namkung and Jessica Ramakrishnan created a public journal where the embattled can submit their horror stories for potential (and anonymous) publication and readers can rate each recounting of a courtship gone awry.
And while missing teeth, stuffed animal lovers, and the rest of the reports from the front lines of love provide endless entertainment, they also serve as a reminder that you’re not mired in the war alone.
So go get ’em, tiger.
Available online at myveryworstdate.com.