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If you are dating someone with differing political views this has probably been a challenging election season. But it seems that, for the most part, people tend to date those who think the way they do, politically.... [Read Full Story]

The Sarah Diaries: Worst. Date. Ever.

There’s nothing better then curling up with the new issue of Cosmo! I’m a sucker for their confessions and worst date stories, and usually find myself comparing my own embarrassing moments (cue splitting my pants in front of coworkers) and bad date stories to the ones in the mag.
Let me preface this by saying, I’ve had some AMAZING dates! However, when I have a bad one, it’s usually pretty BAD! Like one that I thought was possibly a date, only to turn in to a group outing, and I the friend-zoned 5th wheel.
In no particular order, here are 4 of my worst. dates. ever.
No Scrub – My first date EVER, I was young and full of Disney/Hollywood dating dreams! My parents had NO idea I was going out on a date, all they knew is I was going somewhere with someone. Looking back, they had no reason not to trust me, I was a hot mess. Over-sized glasses, bad skin, questionable wardrobe. I’ve come a long way, but I still laugh whenever I think of this date. His friend picked me up, because “my guy” lost his license. We ran through a drive thru for dinner and made our way to the next stop he planned, buying socks and underwear for him… how romantic! This date ended with a trip to the ER, when I accidentally slammed his hand in the car door. Whoops!
The Great Con – Yes, I have no shame and can admit I have had someone actually try and con me. On paper, he was exactly what I’m looking for, in person, he was a creep, cute, but a creep. From the moment we met he turned the charm up to a 15. He bragged, and bragged, and BRAGGED about how much money his family had, how if we hit it off I’d never have to work, blah blah blah. At the end of the night he told me he felt a real connection and asked me for HUNDREDS of dollars. Needless to say, his baby blues couldn’t win me over that much, I laughed, and left.
All about the $$ – This was actually a second date, one that I was pretty excited for. We had mutual friends, similar tastes in music, etc… I could actually see myself dating him long term. We were out watching a college football game at a local bar, when the waitress came over to ask if I wanted another, he cut me off. After 2 beers. During happy hour. Why? Because I was “getting expensive.” He actually ended things before date #3. Truthfully, it wasn’t horrible, but my friends and I still bring it up occasionally and laugh.
What have I done? – If you’ve ever seen the movie 35 & Ticking, you’ll know where this is going. In the movie, one of the main characters goes on a blind date with a guy who doesn’t look or act like the guy in the online profile. I show up, ready to meet a guy who’s on the edge of my age limit (mid 40’s), and am greeted by a guy who’s easily 10 years older (mid 50’s), and looks nothing like his pics. I will be the first to admit when I am selecting pictures for profiles, I do pick ones that make me look my best, or hide certain things, BUT I’m always honest about what I look like. Instead of calling it quits, or being a jerk and just leaving (which I should have done), I stayed. Over the next 2 hours, I was asked a full rainbow of questions. Things like, what “acts” I’d be willing to do (eh hem.. fetishes anyone?), questioned about my weight (NEVER a good topic), and how high my pain tolerance is (WHY do you need to know this?) I grinned through it thinking at least I’d get a few drinks and dinner for free. Nope, the check came and he handed it directly to me, saying he “forgot his wallet.”
If you’ve been on a horrible date, I’d love to hear about it! Sarah@983thecoast.com
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The Sarah Diaries: Volume 1

At some point in my life, the majority of my friends have told me I need to start my own blog or podcast, simply saying “The craziest stuff happens to you, you need to share it!” Normally I just laugh, say it’s going in my book that will never be published or make a crack about how the majority of what I’d be posting or talking about is TOO embarrassing to share. Until that one fateful afternoon, as I was heading to the “other job” and Zack mentions how I “need to start blogging.” Okay… “They want to know you better!” Got it! “Once a week? More if you’d like?” Sure!... [Read Full Story]