Fine art photography series Delete This Number

we've all experienced it: a really fucking bad date.

the series is meant to bring hilarity to our shared misery, and to ask people to make light of the ridiculousness of life.

for this series, i asked friends and strangers to tell me about their worst dates ever, and created photographs to represent their experiences. 20 people, 20 terrible dates.

click on the 'info' button in the bottom right corner of each photograph to read the story.

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I met a guy on the street outside an art show

while pretty hammered.

He took my number and we met up for a date,

during which he stumped up that

he was homeless but also that

he didn’t believe

in toothpaste.

He basically wanted to move in with me that night.

I ended up taking him to a gig,

buying him a couple of drinks and bailing.

He text me about once a month

for two years after that,

anytime he played a gig,

because he thought that

if I saw him play acoustic guitar

I would realize we were meant to be together.

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I met a guy on the street outside an art show

while pretty hammered.

He took my number and we met up for a date,

during which he stumped up that

he was homeless but also that

he didn’t believe

in toothpaste.

He basically wanted to move in with me that night.

I ended up taking him to a gig,

buying him a couple of drinks and bailing.

He text me about once a month

for two years after that,

anytime he played a gig,

because he thought that

if I saw him play acoustic guitar

I would realize we were meant to be together.

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It was our first actual date

and he wanted to go to dollar taco night

at a Mexican restaurant.

He sent an email

to his fraternity

and invited nine of his fraternity brothers.

I was the only one that

couldn’t drink legally yet

so everyone else got shitfaced.

I was also the smallest

so I had to ride home

in the trunk of a truck.

My dinner cost $3.

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It was our first actual date

and he wanted to go to dollar taco night

at a Mexican restaurant.

He sent an email

to his fraternity

and invited nine of his fraternity brothers.

I was the only one that

couldn’t drink legally yet

so everyone else got shitfaced.

I was also the smallest

so I had to ride home

in the trunk of a truck.

My dinner cost $3.

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Went home with the dude

to fuck

and it ended with

my nose

bleeding all over him

in the dark.

*cringe.*

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Went home with the dude

to fuck

and it ended with

my nose

bleeding all over him

in the dark.

*cringe.*

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We were out at a restaurant

and I had to fart.

When she got up to use the bathroom,

I quietly tried to push it out.

Turns out it wasn’t a fart -

I sharted my pants.

So I act like nothing happened

and casually get up

and go to the bathroom.

It became very clear that the best course of action

was to throw my boxers away.

Later on, we go back to her place,

have a bit of wine,

and she suggests I sleep in her room

and we cuddle for the night.

So I go in her room,

she takes off her pants and jumps in bed

and I’m still standing there.

And she’s like

what the fuck are you doing, come on!

So I just lay on top of the bed

in all of my clothes

and she’s like,

you can take your pants off, I don’t mind if you sleep in your boxers.

At this point I see no way around it,

and I tell her

I don’t have any,

I left them at the restaurant.

Needless to say the pants stayed on

and no sex was had.

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We were out at a restaurant

and I had to fart.

When she got up to use the bathroom,

I quietly tried to push it out.

Turns out it wasn’t a fart -

I sharted my pants.

So I act like nothing happened

and casually get up

and go to the bathroom.

It became very clear that the best course of action

was to throw my boxers away.

Later on, we go back to her place,

have a bit of wine,

and she suggests I sleep in her room

and we cuddle for the night.

So I go in her room,

she takes off her pants and jumps in bed

and I’m still standing there.

And she’s like

what the fuck are you doing, come on!

So I just lay on top of the bed

in all of my clothes

and she’s like,

you can take your pants off, I don’t mind if you sleep in your boxers.

At this point I see no way around it,

and I tell her

I don’t have any,

I left them at the restaurant.

Needless to say the pants stayed on

and no sex was had.

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She drank so much red wine

that she threw up all over the Uber

on our way to a bagel place.

I had to carry her home

in her vomit.

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She drank so much red wine

that she threw up all over the Uber

on our way to a bagel place.

I had to carry her home

in her vomit.

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I met this guy on LinkedIn.

I know, so hot.

We met up for coffee to talk shop,

and then later that day he was in my neighborhood

so we ended up meeting again

and hooking up.

He then asked me to accompany him to a Hillary Clinton fundraiser,

which was a good date for a political junkie like me.

We go, we mingle, we network, we grab drinks,

it was cute.

On the subway back he says,

I should probably get back to my boyfriend, he'ss back in town.

I was like,

um you never told me you had a boyfriend.

The next four stops on the subway

until we split ways

were super awkward.

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I met this guy on LinkedIn.

I know, so hot.

We met up for coffee to talk shop,

and then later that day he was in my neighborhood

so we ended up meeting again

and hooking up.

He then asked me to accompany him to a Hillary Clinton fundraiser,

which was a good date for a political junkie like me.

We go, we mingle, we network, we grab drinks,

it was cute.

On the subway back he says,

I should probably get back to my boyfriend, he'ss back in town.

I was like,

um you never told me you had a boyfriend.

The next four stops on the subway

until we split ways

were super awkward.

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MARY MORGAN