Do you need a dating do-over?

February 18th, 2015

If you went on a date with a good person but everything that could go wrong did go wrong, why not bounce back with a dating do-over on the Steve Harvey Show? If you’re up for a fun date, email their producer Michelle at for details.

There Will Beano Second Date

December 30th, 2014

So, I met this guy at a club, he was cute, and we exchanged numbers. He started texting me a lot and asked me out for coffee. We made pleasant small talk: stories about our childhood, sports, favorite TV shows, etc. Then he adds that he always has to fart–when he’s in the car, at the club, in restaurants, and every time he sits down. I don’t say anything, so he follows it up, “Actually, I need to fart right now,” and lets one loose in the coffee shop, which I could hear. I said I had a family dinner and and left.

A Know-It-All Who Doesn’t

July 14th, 2014

I knew the guy was health-conscious, but when I ordered a chicken salad, he proceeded to inform me that I should not eat the cranberries or vinaigrette dressing due to their “overly high sugar content.” After the dietary lecture, he started talking about the contestants on that season’s Dancing with The Stars. The conversation turned to people who overcome physical disabilities to rise to stardom, and he looked at me square in the face and said, “Oh, you mean like Helen Keller…wasn’t she on ‘Dancing With the Stars?'”

Amateur Shrink

May 2nd, 2014

We’re sitting in a booth at dinner getting to know each other, and when she finds out I’m studying psychology in school, and won’t stop asking about mental disorders and specifically what people with severe depression act like. When I offered to pay, she began hysterically crying. I dropped her off, and within 15 seconds of her getting out of the car, I got a text asking to go on another date–she wasn’t even inside her house yet. Maybe she thinks I’ll be a free psychologist?

Biggest crush, biggest letdown

February 3rd, 2014

Out of the blue a guy I’ve had a massive crush on for years asked me out for dinner and movie. As a broke college student, this sounded pretty exciting since life for me is pretty much Hot Pockets and textbooks. When the day of our date finally arrived, I waited..and waited..and waited, but no word from him. He was nearly an hour late, so he suggested we skip the restaurant, though I was starving. At the theater, he all but pushes me out of the way to get in front of me in line so he can pay for his own ticket and leaves me to buy my own. Then in the movie, he keeps talking through all of the dialogue. He doesn’t want to get dinner afterward–he says he needs to drop me off now so he can go to a party and get drunk.

Not-So-Sly Sexter

November 29th, 2013

It was my first date ever, so I was really nervous. When the guy and I met up at the movies, he acted clearly uninterested in me, which was okay because I felt the same way. So I was looking forward to getting the date over with and never speaking to him again. Then about halfway through the movie, I received a text from him asking, “Will you give me a blowjob in the men’s bathroom?” I told him I wouldn’t be doing anything of the sort and we never spoke again.

Phantom Tollbooth…Er, ATM

November 4th, 2013

I met up with this guy I had been chatting with online, and after a beer it was clear there was no chemistry. He offered to pay, which I thought was nice, said he needed to get cash, and walked down the hallway to the ATM. I could see the corner of him standing there for a few minutes, then and he came back, paid, and we said goodbye. A few nights later I end up back at the same bar, out of cash, so figured I’d use the ATM. I walked over to where my date had stood and saw there was nothing there, so I asked the waiter about where they’d moved the ATM. He told me they’d never had one. I’ve heard of people who fake other things, but never getting cash out of an imaginary ATM, and I now have no idea what my date was doing.

Tip from The Top

September 29th, 2013

I went on a first date with a guy, and admitted I was not the best at math. He then proceeded to tell me how easy math was, and how he could clearly take my same classes, never show up to any of them, and still get better grades. He then asked me if I knew how to leave a tip; I told him I normally double the tax. He then spent 10 minutes showing me on a piece of paper how to find 15 percent, and was freaking out about the fact that by doubling the tax, I was in fact “overtipping by about 1.5 percent.” The horror! He wouldn’t let us pay the bill and leave until I showed him I could calculate the exact 15 percent tip.

General Hospital

September 20th, 2013

I met this guy online and agreed to meet up for dinner that night. A few hours later, he texts to tells me he is in the hospital and asks me to come visit him, but won’t explain why he’s there. I agree, thinking maybe he broke his leg or had a car accident on the way to dinner? When I arrive, I discover he’s there because he tried to kill himself when he found out his wife wanted a divorce! I’m feeling terribly awkward I trying to come up with an excuse to leave when his family arrives…and he tells them I’m his girlfriend. I left, and for months afterward he continued to text and call me while I ignored him.

Bed of Roses

September 10th, 2013

I set up a date with an internet guy who told me he played bass guitar in a band. When I showed up to the restaurant, the waiter was walking me to my table and I noticed a whole corner was cleared out just for me and my date. Apparently he had spread rose petals all over the floor, all the way up to my chair. The table was covered with rose petals as well. I sat there in shock, as the waiter assumed we were celebrating a special occasion, like an anniversary or that he was proposing…not a first date. I was speechless, and the guy says he wrote me a song. He got up, walked over to the corner where his guitar was sitting, and starting playing it and singing a song so loud that everyone in the restaurant looked at us. I got up, kicked the rose petals out of the way, and ran to my car.