Worst first date I ever had was when the guy picked me up and told me that he was really looking forward to telling all of his friends on the internet how it went. He actually SAID THAT. The rest of the time was filled with general creepiness, then around midnight he said he wanted to take me to meet his parents. I said they would most likely be asleep. He said he would wake them up. When I demurred, he insisted on taking me to see the forest preserve where he went to "think". I won't lie, a couple of times on that date I seriously wondered if I was going to make it back alive.
The whole situation kind of deteriorated from there, what with him calling my house constantly and my mother arranging dates with him for me because she liked his shiny red sportscar
He was in one of my classes and could tell me exactly what I was doing in all the others, right down to what songs we were analyzing in Music Theory. Eventually I had to get the university's approval to take the rest of my class privately and do my final in the professor's office due to the stalkerish situation.
He followed me in his car for a long, long time. I'd say almost 3 years. For all I know, he's reading this.