People Share Their First Date Horror Stories

It doesn’t explode — it erodes. Comment by comment, she dissects everything: the car, the outfit, the cologne, the choices. Nothing is outright cruel on its own, but stacked together, it becomes a slow-motion teardown.

From the outside, it’s exhausting to witness. He’s not on a date; he’s in an unsolicited audit of his entire existence. There’s no winning, no adjusting, no version of himself that passes. By the end, the real takeaway is simple: some people don’t want connection — they want control, and an audience to practice it on.