Almost Royalty – “Worst Date Ever” Contest

Courtney Hamilton’s “Worst Date Ever” Contest (U.S. Only)

Courtney Hamilton is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card and a signed copy of her novel, Almost Royalty, to the top 5 winners! To enter, all you have to do is tell her:

 

What is your “Worst Date Ever” experience? Share your story in the comment section below.

 

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Courtney will personally read every participant’s entry and pick the top 5 best stories. The winners will be announced through Courtney’s Facebook page, Twitter, and blog. This contest will hosted on various blogs, social media sites, and forums.

 

In honor of the “Worst Date Ever” contest, Courtney is also having a Kindle Special. For a limited time, Almost Royalty is only $2.99 for the Kindle. Download the novel here: Amazon Kindle Store

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Participating Websites: Want your blog to host future giveaways? Contact Amanda at alarson@ftpublishers.com. The full list of participants in Courtney’s “Worst Date Ever” Contest is available on her blog at: Eco Chain of Dating

 

Courtney Hamilton’s Worst Date Story:

 

I went to a party and met this guy—he was 31-32—I was 17.  The guy called me and asked me to come to dinner at his “new house” and—could I bring a friend? I begged my roommate to come with me and told her that it was going to be a fun, sophisticated evening with “older guys” and a “special meal” in their brand “new house.”   We had to drive over an hour and a half to get to there.  When we got to the address, there wasn’t a house there—it was just the wooden frame of house, just the skeleton, on a cement foundation—this was the “new house.”  I walked around the back and the guy and his friend were sitting around a cement fire pit with a six-pack of beer. The guy said, “You thought we were going to make dinner or something?” My roommate and I left in about 90 seconds. I don’t think she ever forgave me.    

 

Terms and Conditions for Entry Eligibility

No purchase necessary to enter. Sponsored by Forrest Thompson Publishers. Giveaway ends June 16, 2014 at 11:59 PM (PST). Open to U.S. Residents only. 18+ years of age. Void where prohibited. Winners will be announced on Courtney Hamilton’s blog at www.Ecochainofdating.com/blog. Winners have 48 hours to claim their prize once they are chosen, or their winnings will be forfeited. By entering the giveaway, you give Courtney Hamilton and Forrest Thompson Publishers permission to repost your story or recite it in a video for media purposes. Forrest Thompson Publishers reserves the right to withdraw or terminate this contest at any time without prior notice.

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9 Responses to “Almost Royalty – “Worst Date Ever” Contest”

  1. I’m safety conscious, so agreed to meet my blind date at our destination. He waited until the day of to disclose the general vicinity by providing the cross streets of where we were to meet and the time. This was his idea of surprise. This should have been my first red flag.

    However, I played along and made it to the intersection clearly confused. It was a shopping strip with Target, a liquor store, a couple clothing stores, a shoe repair shop, a buffet, and movie theatre. Nevertheless, I parked and waited. A two-tone 2-door 1997 Grand Am pulls up beside me. The body was white with a fire engine red hood, trunk, and rims. The interior was dark brown leather with red accents. Neopolitan paint job, sir? The driver is a short thin dude dressed in heavily starched jeans with creases that’ll cut you. Taco meat is peeking out of his button-up shirt. I just KNOW this isn’t my date. I roll my car window down half an inch and ask, “G?” He smiles crookedly and nods. No, this can’t be life.

    We proceed out of our respective rides and start walking toward…Old Country Buffet. He must have noticed the vicious side-eye I’m giving because he hurries to explain. “You can’t beat the variety at this price.” I can’t believe I got all dolled up for this fuckery. We walked in and much to my dismay, it was like an episode of Cheers. Everybody knew his name!

    I won’t trouble you with the details of how much fried chicken, mac-n-cheese, and brown-and-serve rolls we ate. The conversation during dinner was grueling. We had nothing in common. Plus, I was still in shock. Fast forward to the end of the blind date and we’re saying our goodbyes. I give him a half-hug with a tap on the shoulder. We get in our separate cars. I breathe a sigh of relief, buckle up, and scramble for my cell so I can call the friend who set this up. Then I hear the faint sound of an engine that won’t turn over. Low and behold, this dude’s pimped out Grand Am won’t start. He asks, “Can you give me a boost?” Without waiting for my reply, he reaches in the backseat and grabs jumper cables. Whaaaaat?! The fact that he keeps jumper cables in the back seat lets me know this is a frequent problem for him. The mean girl in me kicks in. I shake my head no and drive off.

    WORST DATE EVER! Literary Marie of Precision Reviews

    • eco_admin says:

      OMG Marie– wow– this is awful!!!! What a Worst Date Ever !! Ty for posting this amazing date, Courtney Hamilton

  2. Addie says:

    Shortly after I’d turned 21 I was asked out by a guy while at a bar to see a band. He said his name was Chris and I gave him my number. We had a few very good phone conversations before he asked me out. I liked that he seemed funny, laid back, and attentive. I’d started to become a bit smitten.

    When he picked me up for our first date he held the truck door open for me. I remember thinking something about how he’s as sweet in person as on the phone. I actually liked that I didn’t know where we we’re going for dinner or drinks. He had told me he’d come up with something fun.

    We were driving and chatting for a short while when he suddenly dons a sort of sheepish attitude before saying, “So, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t want to cancel on you but my buddy just got back into town after being deployed. I was wondering if you’d be cool with us meeting up with him for a couple drinks.”

    Not to seem uptight I agree. I’m friendly. It’s just drinks. I say I have no problem with this. Just about as I finish my sentence he pulls into the parking lot of a strip club. Chris offers the excuse that it was his buddy’s choice to come here. He questions me again trying to determine if this is alright with me while saying, “It really is just like any other bar except they have girls dressed in skimpy clothes.” Perhaps I said yes because I didn’t want to be the girl who complains, or I was a tiny bit curious (there’s a first for everything), or I was in shock and my brain hadn’t caught up.

    Now, I didn’t really know it at the time, but this strip club is rather popular for having two sides. One side has a bar for 21 and up where the girls never get fully nude. The other side is for 18 and up, there’s no alcohol, and the girls are completely naked.

    We walk in and Chris beelines straight for the fully nude side. My brain didn’t stand a chance of catching up. I think I started to have an out-of-body experience. Watching some guy lean backwards with his head on the stage while a naked girl practically sits on his face was something I could have gone without seeing in my life.

    I tactfully pull Chris’ attention back to finding his friend, which we do on the other side. Thankfully the rest of the time at the club is uneventful. A couple drinks later Chris was caught up with his friend. I’m grateful when Chris wants to leave. I think the date is over; I can get him to take me home.

    I, still being polite, suggest he take me home and we can go out another time. Of course I’m not going to ever talk to him again, but I don’t want to anger him. He’s had enough liquid courage to tell me he’s going to take me to a bar he likes by his house. He wanted to have a drink, just the two of us, and then go back to his place. The way he phrased this, and his general attitude, caused date rape whistles and bells to scream and clang. I never ever had any intention of going to his place and at this point I didn’t want to be alone with him any longer. I went from uncomfortable and incredulous to trying to stave off waves of dread. He continued to disregard my increasingly more forceful protests and we ended up at a sports bar.

    I hesitate to go in. I’m not that far from home. I’m not sure what to do at this point. Call someone to pick me up? Hoof it home? He grabs my hand and pulls me inside while telling me to not worry. According to him I should lighten up.

    He sits me down and orders drinks for us. He downs his and orders another. I can tell he’s feeling the alcohol. By this time I make the best of my situation and make conversation with a couple and their single guy friend playing pool a few seats from us at the bar. Chris takes leave to visit the restroom and the single guy quickly asks me what’s up with my date. I give him the low-down. He’s watched Chris decline into drunkenness. He offers to pay for a taxi to get me home. I’ve unknowingly found a knight in shining armor. But what to do about the increasingly belligerent Chris?

    We see him angrily marching back across the bar from the restroom. The instant he reaches me he accosts me for talking to this other guy. My knight steps in to reassure Chris, but he’s having none of it. He’s too far gone with alcohol. The ruckus has attracted the attention of a security guard. Before I know it the guard has Chris in a vice grip and has picked him up off his feet. Chris is dragged from the building and literally thrown out all while spewing expletives at and about me.

    I got my ride home. After being thrown out of the bar Chris started calling me. He left numerous messages alternating between apologizing, pleading, and cussing me out. I think he may have cried while leaving one and in another possibly threatened me. He was promptly and unceremoniously blocked.

    • Courtney Hamilton says:

      Addie,

      Thank you so much for your hilarious worst date ever. That was absolutely crazy! From the beginning it sounded like an exciting date but turned quickly for the worst. I think you made the best out of the situation at hand.

  3. Tobi H says:

    I never dated much but when I was 16 or 17 a guy kissed me and I still cringe thinking of him coming at me with tongue hanging out. ugh. No dates after that and I was scared to kiss anyone for a VERY long time!
    forgethousework at gmail dot com
    Thanks for the chance!

  4. Maria says:

    This is less about the person I was with than about the strange situation I found myself in. .. I was going on a first date with a guy I really liked. We planned to attend a play on a lovely summer night. As we were taking our seats, I felt something tickling between my breasts. I tried to convince myself it was just an itch but I thought I could feel a distinct crawling sensation! After a few scenes, I realized there was a bug in my cleavage! We were in the second row so stage light spilled onto us. I couldn’t leave and I couldn’t reach down my shirt without attracting unwanted attention. I tried squishing my boobs together to put an end to the torture but the bug was too small! So I sat through the whole first act with a straight face (it was not easy). Finally at intermission I was able to go to the ladies room and remove the tiny little moth. I came back and told my date, who luckily thought it was funny, and we enjoyed the rest of the play.

  5. Back when I was 19, my boyfriend took us to a movie and parked in the very back of the lot, to protect his freshly painted car. After the movie, we returned to the car. He opened his door, unlocked mine from the inside and then asked why I wasn’t getting in. I pointed out that he’d missed the missing passenger window and glass all over the seat. He jumped out, after seeing his new 8 track deck was gone, and threw a fit. (Yeah, this was a long time ago!). One of the ushers races over to find out what’s going on, calls the cops, and we have to hang around for the report. Well, after everyone else is gone, he takes me home, ranting about how it was all my fault, because I didn’t want to go to a drive in. Got to my house, I got out of the car and said “See you – never again.” Thankfully, I learned a lesson about car obsessed guys from him.

  6. jeanette says:

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    June 10, 2014 at 6:50 pm

    worst date:
    This was my second date with Paul on May 14th 2014.
    We met for dinner at Applebees. Our plan after the dinner was to go to a movie. As we were eating we decided it was a nice evening so we would take a hike instead.
    We drove to a State Park called Jay Cooke. Paul and I walked over the swing bridge, got onto the trail and walked hand in hand through the woods. We stopped now and then to make out for a few minutes. I body started to feel slightly itchy, which happens sometimes when im allergic to something. I did my best to fight it, I thought i had as i did not get the hives and the itch stopped. Mind you i did not tell Paul about my itchy felling as i didn’t want him to know and ruin the date. Once we were about a mile out into the woods we decided to get off the trail and walk down a hill to see the view. im guessing the walk down the hill was about 100 yards. Paul and i had kissed he then looked at me and asked if i was ok, because my face went white. I told him i was fine. Soon after my coloring turned blue and i couldn’t breath. I was gasping for air then went unconscious for about 1 1/2 minutes in his arms. Paul called 911. He said in the mean time i came to but then went unconscious again for about a minutes. 911 sent an ambulance, well because we were far out into the woods the paramedics had to come out by ATV.
    Because we were so far off the trail Paul had to carry me up the hill to the trail, so the paramedics could see us. I remember coming to as Paul set me down by a tree. He asked me to lean against the tree for support. He had lost his cell phone while he carried me up the hill so he went in search for that. I was very unsteady and felling to the ground. (Mind you when I went unconscious I also pooped my pants. So Paul carried me and my poopie pants up the hill about 100 yards) Paul came running and helped me back up. I’m not sure how long we were there until helped arrived. I was escorted out of the woods on a ATV to and ambulance.
    I was transported to the hospital ER. Paul met me at the hospital and came to my ER room. The doctors were not able to determine what happened to me. But I think my going unconscious has to do with a allergic reaction to shell fish as Paul had shrimp during our dinner at Applebees. I went into Anaphylaxis shock from kissing him. What a second date: Unconcious, poopie pants, and him seeing me in a hospital gown.
    After all this I did get a 3rd and 4th date with him, and im sure there will be many more….

  7. Stella says:

    I’m a qualified lawyer, specialized in real estate law. One of my recent worst dates was when a guy I met for a date didn’t even wait for my introduction (=name) started to bombard me with questions about HIS legal problems regarding his apartment. I was baffled. Because I am polite I answered his question, but then he went on and on with more questions for about 30-40 minutes, getting a free legal consultation instead of a date. Needless to say I was bored, irritated and never met him again…

    The other “worst” date happened wiuth my current boyfriend. It was our second date actually. The first went really well, we had a very inspiring, stimulating chat, I loved looking into his eyes and seeing him smile and enjoyed our passionate discussion so was very much looking forward to the 2nd date, which was a biig disappointment: he talked about general issues like war, politics, history, etc. and I was bored after 1 hour(since I felt this was not a personal date since neither of us talked about ourselves but these “filler” topics) and wanted to just go home and get over feeling disappointed after such a promising start. But then he asked me to go for a walk, I accepted because I’m polite, and then he went on for about another 1,5 hours about general topics. I felt awkward and bored and sad because I thought he talked about these topics because he didn’t have anything more personal he wanted to share and reached for these neutral topics. The next day he wrote to me, thanked me for the exciting(!) discussion and said he enjoyed himself so much he wanted to meet up again. It took him some weeks to make me overcome my resistance but after we met again it was great from then onwards. To this day my friends joke that I gave him a chance after the disastrously boring and dull date :-) But we’ve been together for a year now, and discussions with him are always stimulating and inspiring, no matter the topic :-D

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