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Read our story of woe Subscribe to our newsletter Visit our hall of fame for the worst dates ever Share your worst date story hereOur founder, Bob, had a string of 37 consecutive disaster dates before he finally met his wife, Carol. Yes, you read that right: 37.
It started with the "I love the outdoors" date, where Bob took his date to a national park only to have her complain about the "inadequate picnic tables." Then came the "I love cooking" date, where Bob's date insisted on making him a salad with only iceberg lettuce and ketchup. But the pièce de résistance was the "I love music" date, where Bob's date fell asleep during a live concert.
But Bob persevered, and now he's married with two kids and a third on the way. He's proof that even the most disaster-prone person can find love.
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