The Dating Game

February 19, 2015     Danielle Romero     guest post


Hey Everyone. Thanks so much for stopping by and checking out todays post brought to you by Rock Star Lit PR. Authors Cat Porter, and Tawny Weber are here today to share with us their previous date experiences.

Up first is Tawny Weber and her worst date ever.

I wish I had a great bad date story!  But I’ve been married for so long that dating is a foggy memory.   I guess that stems from the best date I ever had, which was the first one with my husband.  And, know that I think about it, that was my last date, too.  Go figure.

We’d gone to high school together, but didn’t really hang out. But his younger brother and mine were best buds, and my brother had tried to fix us up a few times, saying we’d be perfect together. But I’d said no. Then, about a year later, I saw my future hubster at the bank and :::boom::: just like that, I was hooked.

As soon as I saw my brother, I asked for hubster’s phone number.  But my brother is a little weirdly old-fashioned and didn’t want his sister calling a guy, so he went to see him instead. The first thing hubster said, before hi, was if he could get my phone number.  Our first date was the next weekend. We did the ubiquitous dinner and a movie.  He came over to visit the next evening, the evening after that, etc.  It did take him 5 visits to kiss me goodnight – maybe that’s the bad part of the date LOL.  We were engaged 4 months after our first date and married 5 months later.

about the author

New York Times and USA Today Bestseller, Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Harlequin Blaze hit the shelves in 2007. A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook.

Come by and visit her website at for hunky contests, delicious recipes and lots of fun.

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Car Porter is sharing her worst date experience with us.

I worked in an art gallery in SoHo in New York City after I’d graduated from college. An art critic who was also a performance artist used to pop into the gallery on a regular basis and asked me out one day. This guy was an attractive, flirty, suave, forty-something South African with a fascinating accent. I was very flattered and said yes. After he left, my artist coworkers teased me though, warning me to watch out as he was a known player.

We went out for dinner and then went to an experimental theater performance that was rather pretentious and so “out there” I could barely wrap my head around it. He of course loved it. He didn’t realize I was only 21, and when I told him I still lived with my parents and was looking for my own place, his eyebrows shot up his head just and he was rendered speechless just as I expected. (What, me lie?) Afterwards we met up with several of his trendy friends for drinks, and I felt so out of place—like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex & the City when she goes out with older, art star new boyfriend Baryshnikov and his artsy French friends? All I could think was, what the hell does he want with me? (As if I didn’t know) Should I be impressed? (Smeh.) What the hell would my parents say if they knew I was out on a date with a 45 year old? (Never mind.)

As the night wore on, my fascination with him wore off, and I felt more uncomfortable and awkward as did he, and we had less and less to say to each other. At the end of the evening, he went in for the big kiss as a sort of “we might as well do this” maneuver as if he was doing me a favor. (Eye roll.) After that, whenever he’d come into the gallery we’d give each other a stiff smile and both turn the other way. My boss figured it out immediately and had a good laugh.

about the author

Cat Porter was born and raised in New York City, but also spent a few years in Europe and Texas along the way. As an introverted, only child, she had very big, but very secret dreams for herself. She graduated from Vassar College, was a struggling actress, an art gallery girl, special events planner, freelance writer, restaurant hostess and had all sorts of other crazy jobs all hours of the day and night to help make her dreams come true. She has two children’s books traditionally published under her maiden name. She now lives in Athens, Greece with her husband and three children, and freaks out regularly and still daydreams way too much. She is addicted to the History Channel, her iPad, her husband’s homemade red wine, really dark chocolate, and her Nespresso coffee machine. Writing keeps her somewhat sane, extremely happy, and a productive member of society.

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And here is Mimi Jean Pamfiloff’s worst date.

All right. So, this doesn’t actually count as a traditional date, but it’s close enough. My worst “date” ever was with my husband.  (Yeah, honey! I’m going there. Dirty laundry time.  Hehe.)  So, here’s the quick backstory to set the stage. When my husband turned 30 yrs. old, we were living in Mexico City at the time (his home town).  With the help of my good buddy (hi Jen!), we pulled together a spectacular surprise bash.  I brought his best friend in from out of town, cooked for a week (at a neighbor’s apartment), recruited an army to set up a tons of decorations while I had him out to dinner, and I bought tons of beer and drinks (his friends drank like fish!). It was a huge amount of work! But he was surprised, and it was a party he’ll remember the rest of his life.

Seven years later, it was my turn. The big Three-Oh (no)!  We had planned a vacation to see some friends in southern Mexico, near the border of Belize. And though we happened to be flying out on my bday and arriving late, I just knew my hubby had something planned for when we arrived. After ten hours of flying and a short ride to their house, I got out of the car filled with excitement, but I kept my cool. I wanted to act surprised by whatever he’d planned. Well, I was!  Inside our friends’ home were…our friends, of course, and I was so happy to see them! But my hubby hadn’t even told them it was my bday. Nor had he arranged for a cake or flowers or…well…anything at all. I didn’t want to be a bad guest or ruin our visit, so I hid my disappointment. But when we went to bed later that night, boy…I let him have it. “Seriously, dude. Not even a cake? WTF?” I was so peeved. The next day, as an apology, he hired a troop of mariachi. Yeah, I got my cake and flowers, too. I eventually forgave him, but to this day, he’s never forgotten to at least do a little something special for my bday. And I still love to tease him about it each year. (He doesn’t think it’s funny. At all.)

about the author

Mimi Jean Pamfiloff is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance.  Her books have hit the Amazon and B&N top-100 lists multiple times and have been #1 genre sellers around the world. Both traditionally and independently published, Mimi has sold over 500,000 copies since publishing her 1st title in 2012, and she plans to spontaneously combust once she hits the one-million mark. Although she obtained her international MBA and worked for over 15 years in the corporate world, she believes that it’s never too late to come out of the romance-closet and follow your dreams.

When not screaming at her computer or hosting her very inappropriate radio show, (Man Candy on!), Mimi spends time with her two pirates in training, her loco-for-the-chili-pepper hubby, and her rat terrier, DJ Princess Snowflake, in the San Francisco Bay Area.

She continues to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants comeback (for men) and that she might make you laugh when you need it most.

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