I have two worst date stories.
Date One: The nephew of the man putting in our heating and air conditioning system when I was 17 or so, asked for my number and called and we set up a date. No sooner had we set up a day and time, did he start calling back asking why I would want to go out with him, etc etc. Finally, the day arrives and he shows up at the house. And, has nothing planned, so I suggest we go to Shotgun Sam's pizza. Fine he says, but doesn't know where it is, do I mind if I drive. Sure I say. We get to the restaurant and order a pizza and sit down. Now mind you, all the way there he has continued going on about how he couldn't believe I would go out with him. Despite my attempts to reassure him and change the subject to anything else, he continues. Finally the pizza comes and we each grab a piece and then he says to me, "I think you're a wine girl." I said "excuse me" and he says, I think you're a wine girl so I have a bottle in the trunk of my car we can have when we go back to your house." I put my pizza down, went to the counter and asked for a box, went back boxed up the pizza and said let's go. He followed me quickly to the car no doubt thinking I am eager to get to the bottle of wine he has in his trunk, mind you in Oklahoma summer heat. I get in, drive straight home, get out of the car, grab the pizza (I'd paid for it) and walked straight into the house. I didn't even say good bye to him. Then I told my brothers they should probably tell him the date is over, which they gleefully did. Start to finish 45 minutes!!
Date Two: About a year before that. One of the guys who worked at Shotgun Sam's Pizza asks for my number and I give it. He calls and we have some nice conversations then he asks me out. He doesn't have a car so do I mind picking him up after work one evening. No problem, lots of people didn't have cars back then or had to share them. I wait for him at a table and when he comes out and takes off his cowboy hat (part of the uniform) he is balding. He asks if I can swing him by his apartment to change and I say sure, but I am starting to wonder just how old this guy is. So he gives me directions to his apartment and it is in an old motel. I stay in the car and wait while he changes. Then he wants to stop at the 7-11, so I do and he comes out with a big bottle of beer and I am really starting to get uncomfortable. So, of course this guy has nothing planned either. I take him by my house, thinking my father will take one look at this guy and tell him to hit the pavement, but he doesn't. Instead, he tells me to run him to his uncle's house, which ended up being on the other side of town. As soon as that guy hit the front door I drove away and left him. By then I was really not comfortable. I went straight home and told my dad about the whole thing and from that point on we had an agreement that I would tell my dad I needed to talk to him for a minute and then I could tell him in private what was making me uncomfortable. I wish that had been the end of it, but a couple of weeks later the guy shows up in our front yard and asks to speak to me, then he starts yelling at me and calling me all sorts of names. Then my dad took care of him. He came flying out the front door and backed him off the porch and sent him packing. That was scary.