I'm not sure this was my worst first date, but it was my worst first date bang:
Started talking to a girl on Tinder. Conversation got sexual very quickly. I gave her some bullshit excuse to visit my place and she agreed. I met her in a cafe nearby. She looked much, much better in the pictures. Way too skinny IRL. She was also very odd. She was very quiet, wouldn't make eye contact, had some strange mannerisms, and had a weird look on her face. Even her voice sounded awkward. I could barely hear her when she spoke. She was a 4/10. Maybe 5/10 if I'm being generous.
We talked for a few minutes and walked to my apartment. I sat with her on my couch and tried to make conversation, but she wasn't saying much. I went for a kiss and she reciprocated. Not long after she was naked on my bed. Smooth, I thought. I noticed she had a lot of cut marks on her arms. She blew me a little, but then said she didn't really like giving head, and stopped. Alright. I went down on her but not for long. I put a condom on and started fucking her. She was silent the whole time. Not a moan, not a word, nothing, just entirely silent. First time something like that happened to me.
I asked her if she was okay, she said sure. She got silent again but then added she liked it rougher. I'm already pretty rough in general, but fine. I started slapping her harder, calling her names, and throwing her around. Still no reaction. "Not feeling it?" "You can hit me harder" "What?" "Harder".
Unsure what to do, I started slapping her even harder. Hard enough that if I miscalculated I'd do some serious damage. Then I kind of got a reaction - a moan - but nothing to write home about. At some point I just got tired, stopped, and laid beside her. She didn't say anything, just laid there quietly. Lack of chemistry didn't even begin to describe it.
"Can I take a shower?" "Of course" I walked her to the bathroom and grabbed a towel on the way. She didn't seem to mind me - she immediately got below the shower and started scrubbing herself obsessively. "Cleaning up, huh?" "I'm very allergic" "I see".
We barely exchanged 10 words after that. She put her clothes on. I offered her some pie. She accepted. After she was done, I said "whelp, it's getting kind of late". I walked her to a bus stop. She asked me if I was going to give her a goodbye kiss...
My heart said no, but my brain said "come on, be a good boy and do it. It's not going to kill you".
I kissed her goodbye, wished her well, and never spoke to her again.