We were two single women in our 20s, living in post-recession Brooklyn. So, life was just like all the TV shows would have you imagine: We drank a lot of cheap beer, complained about our jobs, and went on a lot of bad dates. A lot of bad dates. After what felt like a million of them — the guy who got a tattoo in honor of Emi and then stopped calling, the guy who tweeted @ his girlfriend from Jessie’s bed — we realized there was only one silver lining: These terrible dates made amazing stories. Thus, Bad Date Great Story was born. We started asking friends for their tales of woe, and the floodgates opened; it seemed that everyone had bad-date drama to share. Here are the best of the worst.
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