People Share Their First Date Horror Stories

It takes a moment for the realization to land, and when it does, everything stops. Her drink isn’t right. His explanation somehow makes it worse: he didn’t drug her drink — he drugged his own and then offered her a sip, as if that distinction matters at all.

Accountability disappears behind semantics, and blame is casually redirected onto her for trusting him. This isn’t a bad date — it’s a dangerous one. The night ends with fear replacing confusion, and the clear understanding that leaving immediately wasn’t rude, it was necessary.