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"I&amp;amp;#8217;ll bet today&amp;amp;#8217;s installment of Dating FAIL is one of the strangest we&amp;amp;#8217;ve heard so far! Catch one reader&amp;amp;#8217;s odd date-night drama after the jump.Check please! And you do take checks, right?! Here&amp;amp;#8217;s her story: Freshman year of college, this guy walks up to my roommate and me while we were having coffee in a bookstore. He asked for my phone number. I was completely flattered, especially since nobody had shown interest in me yet at college (looking back on the photos, it WAS a bit of an awkward stage for me, so there&amp;amp;#8217;s that). He calls and arranges to pick me up that weekend for a dinner date! He doesn&amp;amp;#8217;t open my car door (no big deal), tells me up front he has to find a restaurant that accepts checks because he blew all his cash on Super Bowl bets (really big deal), pulls into a seafood restaurant without asking me first whether I liked seafood much (I didn&amp;amp;#8217;t), eventually ends up at this ribs place where (finally!) they accept checks. There&amp;amp;#8217;s a wait at the restaurant so he gets the table flasher notification thingy, sticks it in his pocket and walks outside. I follow and realize he&amp;#x27;s leaving the restaurant. WHAT?! Instead of waiting outside of the restaurant we were already at, he wanted to try to find an Irish pub he heard about! &amp;amp;#8220;Maybe we&amp;#x27;ll eat there instead?&amp;amp;#8221; he suggests. Except he gets hopelessly lost trying to find this place so an hour later we pull back into the ribs place and he sheepishly hands over the table flashy thing and asks whether they have any tables available now. I am, at this point, hiding in the corner and definitely not &amp;amp;#8220;with&amp;amp;#8221; him. I mean, what do you think the restaurant staff thought we had been doing for the past hour?! How embarrassing. At the end, he says, &amp;amp;#8220;Well we wouldn&amp;#x27;t want to miss Saturday Night Live. Do you want to come over and watch it?&amp;amp;#8221; And I said, &amp;amp;#8220;No, take me home.&amp;amp;#8221; We never spoke again, but flash forward to my sophomore year and I heard through a mutual friend that the night this dude asked for my phone number he and his buddies had a bet going on how many phone numbers he could collect by just walking up and asking girls for them. D&amp;amp;#8217;oh! Oh, you poor thing! That guy sounds like sleaze ball city! Would you have stuck around as long as our reader did? Have you ever ended a bad date early? And how would you have reacted after finding out about the bet? Bad boys doing bad things&amp;amp;#133; * This guy didn&amp;amp;#8217;t need a helping hand. * He was late and he had a wandering eye. * 5 signs he might not be mature enough for you. More Ways to Get Glamour Visit Shopglamour.com for cute stuff starting at just $10! Enter the latest Glamour sweepstakes! Follow us on Twitter Add us to your iGoogle homepage Photo: Jupiter Images. Image used for illustrative purposes only."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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