I don't think I've had a bad date. Just not very memorable ones I suppose.

I suppose if you count me and a friend chilling in McDonalds, with him proposing that we go out together using an onion ring, then... um yeah. It wasn't until a year later that he told me he was actually being serious, and was a bit upset when I turned him down (I thought he was joking... you know, with a greasy onion ring and all. Do I look like Marge Simpson?).