I had a blind date set up by a mutual friend. We went to a movie, which was nice - not much after that. He said he was getting up very early for opening day of fishing season. He invited me to go along and, since I hadn't been fishing in years, I accepted. We left very early, arriving at the lake just about dawn. Got the boat in the water and off we went - to the middle of the lake. We had been fishing for about an hour and I had to use the facilities. I let my date know about this; he looked irritated but started up the engine and headed the rest of the way across the lake to a port-a-potty. He pulled up to the dock, got out and stood there holding the rope to the boat. Having been boating for years, I knew better, but somehow, as I was getting out of the boat, I ended up with one foot on the dock and the other on the top of the seat in the boat. You guessed it - I fell in with a huge splash into icy water. I'm the type who laughs a lot, and I started laughing hysterically. He, however, was extremely angry over this. He reached down and grabbed my sweatshirt trying to just lift me up out of the water by my shirt using only one arm - the dock was at least 3 feet above my head. Still laughing, I told him to let me go and I'd swim around the dock to shore. We both thought I was in about 30 feet of water. Well, I flipped over on my stomach and as I did, my foot hit the bottom. Deciding discretion was the better part of valor at that moment, I did not tell him I could have just walked out. I got myself on the dock, used the facility and thought we'd just finish our fishing. He had a much different idea. He said, angrily, "We'll just have to go back to town." "Why?" I asked. "I'll dry, it's no big deal." "No," he snapped, "you're all wet." We got back to the launching area and he couldn't get the boat straight on the trailer, which wasn't helping his mood any. I finally just walked into the water to straighten the boat out for him. He yells, "What are you doing? Get out of the water!" I laughed and said, "I'm already wet - what difference does it make?" Needless to say, not a single word was spoken the entire way back into town - and he never invited me fishing again.
— Penny, 38