A few months back, I read and reviewed Almost Royalty by Courtney Hamilton. I really enjoyed it, so I was excited when Courtney asked me to take part in her Worst Date Ever Blog Tour. The problem? I didn’t date much and so couldn’t remember a really bad date. I had a few bad nights in my wild college days, but as far as bad dates? Nothing to catalogue.
Luckily, I was able to still take part by hosting the contest on this blog and inviting my readers and friends to submit their worst date ever stories. Read on to find out how to enter…then get the book. And read it! – A.
Courtney Hamilton’s “Worst Date Ever” Contest (U.S. Only)
Courtney Hamilton is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card and a signed copy of her novel, Almost Royalty, to the top 5 winners! To enter, all you have to do is tell her:
What is your “Worst Date Ever” experience? Share your story in the comment section below.
Courtney will personally read every participant’s entry and pick the top 5 best stories. The winners will be announced through Courtney’s Facebook page, Twitter, and blog. This contest will hosted on various blogs, social media sites, and forums.
In honor of the “Worst Date Ever” contest, Courtney is also having a Velveeta Kindle Special. For a limited time, Almost Royalty is only $2.99 for the Kindle. Download the novel here: Amazon Kindle Store.
Participating Websites: Want your blog to host future giveaways? Contact Amanda at alarson@ftpublishers.com. The full list of participants in Courtney’s “Worst Date Ever” Contest is available on her blog at: Eco Chain of Dating
Courtney Hamilton’s Worst Date Story:
I went to a party and met this guy—he was 31-32—I was 17. The guy called me and asked me to come to dinner at his “new house” and—could I bring a friend? I begged my roommate to come with me and told her that it was going to be a fun, sophisticated evening with “older guys” and a “special meal” in their brand “new house.” We had to drive over an hour and a half to get to there. When we got to the address, there wasn’t a house there—it was just the wooden frame of house, just the skeleton, on a cement foundation—this was the “new house.” I walked around the back and the guy and his friend were sitting around a cement fire pit with a six-pack of beer. The guy said, “You thought we were going to make dinner or something?” My roommate and I left in about 90 seconds. I don’t think she ever forgave me.
Terms and Conditions for Entry Eligibility
No purchase necessary to enter. Sponsored by Forrest Thompson Publishers. Giveaway ends June 16, 2014 at 11:59 PM (PST). Open to U.S. Residents only. 18+ years of age. Void where prohibited. Winners will be announced on Courtney Hamilton’s blog at http://www.Ecochainofdating.com/blog. Winners have 48 hours to claim their prize once they are chosen, or their winnings will be forfeited. By entering the giveaway, you give Courtney Hamilton and Forrest Thompson Publishers permission to repost your story or recite it in a video for media purposes. Forrest Thompson Publishers reserves the right to withdraw or terminate this contest at any time without prior notice.
The Romance Factor 
I’m hosting this contest on my site as well, and am so glad to see so many beautiful blogs be a part of it! Hopped on over to share my own bad date story *rubs hands together evilly* I’m not quite sure why I’m so excited to share this particular story, but I’m the kind of person that likes telling embarrassing stories about myself, so here goes.
It was last summer vacation when I was back home, and had met a sweet guy who was actually the son of a family friend. I had gone out with him a few times before, but wasn’t at that stage where I knew him really well—our families were closer than the two of us were. He suggested we go to a jazzy restaurant with a cocktail lounge, which sounded amazing….. until my uncle found out. He was so happy that I was going out with his friend’s kid, that he invited himself along, offering to pay for the meal (and drinks! ugh!). My uncle is not the kind of person you can argue with, especially when he gets all riled up, so in defeat, I quickly texted my date a few hours before in warning. Fortunately he was cool about, even laughed a little because he knew what my uncle was like.
Boy oh boy, was the date humiliating. Just because I am in college and not “of age,” my uncle thinks I don’t drink, so when we tried to order a round of cocktails, he took MY Blue Sapphire (pretty much the girliest drink ever) and said “you’re not really going to drink this, right?” with a playful (but kind of scary) smile. What could I say to that??!
Then, he proceeded to take bomb shots with my date (who was having the time of his life) and when he got a little tipsy, he started ordering jello shots—so embarrassing! The whole time I had to sit there—unhappily sober—and pick at my dinner. I hardly got to talk to my date—I couldn’t even meet his eye with my bumbling drunk uncle next to me—and even when he attempted to talk to me, I was so fuming mad/embarrassed that I wasn’t really open for conversation.
The night ended pretty early; my date drove my uncle and me home, and told me he’d text me later so we could get together again sometime. He did text me. But we did not get together again LOL!
In hindsight, it’s definitely one of the most entertaining dates I’ve been on—at my expense—and it was a hellish situation in the moment, but hilarious now. I’ve told it at least sixteen times to each of my girlfriends so obviously I’m not mad about it anymore.
That’s hilarious! I can definitely see being mortified at the time, but it makes for such a great story…and a valuable life lesson: uncles make lousy chaperones! Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing this! 🙂
Oh my gosh! That’s hilarious. Great story, Karielle. Thank you both for making this contest so great!
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