Not all bad dates happens to us – a lot of times, they happen to others too. Thank goodness we’re not the only ones to suffer from bad dating luck! And thank even more goodness, horror dates don’t only happen to girls.

A guy friend relayed a story of what recently happened to him and we’re still laughing because it’s so outlandish, you can’t make this shit up and the look of post-traumatic stress on his face is hard to express in words but we’ll try.

He agreed to meet this “chick” at a Starbucks in Soho on a Saturday. They’d exchanged specific signals to help them identify one another. She’d be wearing a pink button down shirt, jeans and brown riding boots. He’d show up in a t-shirt, blazer and navy blue Converse kicks. Instantly, they recognized each other which is commendable considering everyone in all of New York dresses like either one of them.

Their meeting got off to a great start. Coincidentally, they both ordered the exact same beverage – soy chai lattes. This set them off on a mission to compile a list of things they both like. And it was a pretty big list albeit vague, comprising such interests as traveling, wine and pop art.

After an hour had gone by and two soy chai lattes later, our guy friend had to leave. He said he had a really good time and he’d like to meet up with this girl again. She said she’d like to meet up with him again too. But before he goes, she’d like for him to meet someone else.

Naturally confused, he asked who? Who did she want him to meet? Smiling and confident, as if there were nothing wrong with what she was about to show him, she pointed across the room to an older woman sipping tea from a mug in a corner.

“My mother,” she said. And her mother waved at the two of them, unashamed. Waving back to this girl’s mother, he addressed his date through clench teeth, looking at her nervously from the corner of his eyes, “Your mother? What? Are you serious?”

“Yes, that’s my mom. Come and meet her!” She dragged him over to meet her mother in the corner and he had no choice but to go along with it. “Mom, meet J. And J., this is my mom.” He says it could have been worse and that he managed to escape this strange scenario with only a mild interrogation from the girl’s mom. But it still scarred him, indefinitely.

Later on that afternoon, he got a call from her asking what she thought of her mom. He said, “I liked your mom. I have no problem with your mom. But I do have a problem with you.” She asked him what the problem was. He told her he didn’t appreciate her bringing her mom on their date. She said her mom was just hanging out in the corner. She didn’t see what the big deal was. And he explained, “when you’re on a date with someone, nobody brings mommy to sit in the corner.” And quite frankly, we agree.

Do you think he was overreacting? Are we?