Dating Disasters

We've all had them: you spent the whole night flinging your arms about telling your date tales of yonder, just to find out after you got home that your antiperspirant stopped working after five minutes into the evening. Your date went to the bathroom and never came back. You plan a special evening with your sweetie at a romantic jazz club, but when you get there your ex is there. And he's proposing. To the gal he cheated on you with.

My most mortifying dating disaster occurred while in line for drinks at a Grey Cup game. I got to the till with my date, who proceeded to order. But the gent behind the till only had eyes for me. Or, better, had eyes for my chest. Before I knew what he was doing, he yanked on a metal wire that was poking out between two buttons on my shirt - my bra's underwire. "What's this?!" he hooted at me. I quickly grabbed the C-shaped wire and twirled it around my fingers like it was an odd-shaped necklace. "Thanks! I was looking for that," I covered. My date laughed uproariously, and we proceeded to have a lovely evening. Phew.

Not every dating disaster has to end with misfortune, and not every dating problem has to be stressful. If you've used humor to diffuse a testy dating situation, I'd love to hear about it. Submit your dating disaster stories, and you may just find yourself a role model for other dating singles.