I’ve changed the question slightly. I will tell you my best worst date.

I accepted an invitation to go for a moonlight sail. I had never been on a sailboat and thought it might be fun.

I only remember that his last name was Blackwell and that his sailboat was docked at Lake Keystone.

Never having sailed before, I had no idea how much preparation was necessary before you could actually get in the water.

The sail was spread on the dock, smoothed out and carefully inspected before it was hoisted.

There was a lot a of stuff he had to do before sailing.
Finally we were on the water.

Unfortunately, there was not much wind that night and the sailing didn’t last very long.

So far, this date had been nothing but boring.

When we were back at the dock, all that pre-sailing preparation had to be done in reverse and in the dark.

The sail was taken down and spread out on the dock. Blackwell was carefully smoothing the sail when he suddenly disappeared!
He had walked off the end of the dock!!!

I rushed over to see his head pop up out of the water. He then pulled himself back up on the dock.
The whole scene struck me as the funniest thing I had ever seen!

You know those times when you know you shouldn’t laugh but it just makes it harder to not laugh?
This was one of those times. 
I laughed uncontrollably. I could not stop myself.

Blackwell had yet to say a word.

By the time Blackwell had completed all the put-away chores, I had managed to control my laughter.

Blackwell had yet to say a word.

We were on our way to the car. With every step, Blackwell’s shoes made a squishing sound.
I said to myself, “No, no, no. Do not laugh!”
Myself didn’t listen.
I lost it again, laughing big time at every squishy step. 

Blackwell had yet to say a word.

It was a long silent drive back to my house. When we arrived, Blackwell reached across me and opened the car door.

He had yet to say a word since stepping off the dock.

I never heard from Blackwell again. 
I wonder why.

– Sue Williams