Early 1990s. I was set up on a blind date by friends at the theme park where I worked.
At the time, I was 5'6", 130 pounds.
When I went to pick her up, she was 5'2", 380 pounds. (She made a big deal about how much she weighed, so I remember that exact amount.)
My 1987 Hyundai Excel sagged when she got into the car. She was big enough that I couldn't shift from second gear into third without her telling me to stop rubbing her leg. She smelled like she had been working out and forgot to take a shower and just sprayed perfume to cover it up.
I tried to stay a gentleman the whole time. We went to a restaurant, and the entire date was spent listening to her loudly bragging about how she didn't care what people thought about her weight, and she was happy with it and anyone who didn't like it could just go fuck themselves. I'm normally extremely talkative, but she commanded the conversation and wouldn't let me speak.
She ate the entire appetizer (minus two nachos I got early on), ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, returned it twice after eating about 1/4 of it each time, and ordered a dessert for two, which she ate all by herself. I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, a house garden salad with low calorie dressing and water. I needed to make sure I had enough to cover the meal. I was expecting to spend $50 for dinner. I spent $68 before the tip.
I decided to forego the jazz club with swing dancing and an old time radio recreation performance and thought about seeing a movie. She then started warning me about making any moves on her and that I couldn't handle a woman like her.
I took her back home after that comment.
My bandmates the next day all elbowed me, chuckling and mockingly said, "didja get some?! Didja get any? huh? heh? huh? Didja???"
When I explained that I took her home after dinner, they accused me of only being interested in "Barbie dolls" and said I was shallow and only cared about appearance.
I told them that THEY were the ones focused on appearance, because they deliberately sought out a person that they thought I would be the least attracted to physically. Whether it was a prank pulled on me or her or both of us, it was not very pleasant for either of us.
The truth is, if she had talked about music and dramatic plays and classic cinema, or allowed me to talk some instead of listening to her give herself a 2-hour pep talk about her weight, I might have enjoyed the date and gone out with her again.
My friends told me I was immature and wasn't ready to be in a relationship with anyone. I looked at two of the members who were dating and asked the girl (she was the one really pouring on the shallow criticisms) if she thought her boyfriend was ugly when she started dating him. She looked at me and said, "That's different, jlking3, I can get someone--you can't GET anyone! We went out of our way to set you up with a great person and we had to spend a lot of time convincing her that you're a good enough person to go out with. You wouldn't even give her a chance--you broke her heart all because you want a tall thin blond hair blue eye Barbie."
Come to think of it, those people really weren't good friends of mine.