As college students, we are all too familiar with our family members asking us if we have a significant other any chance they get. It's like they are waiting for the perfect moment to remind us how single we are. But don't worry, Mom and Dad (and Grandma), we are trying. I promise.

For every hookup that turned into a relationship and for every Tinder success story, there are a thousand attempts at love or lust by hopeless college kids that fail every day. At this point, the best thing you can do is laugh off these attempts and carry on with your day.

Below, some of the Odyssey staff has shared a few of their shameless and awkward stories.

"Every Kiss Does Not Begin With 'Queso'" by Andrew Downing

I like to think that I'm a good guy with an old soul at heart. I'm sure there's some women in the past that would disagree with the former, but that's neither here nor there. On this particular date (my first in awhile) I decided to treat the lucky lady to a nice Mexican dinner. Why? Because "college romance" is best described with free chips and salsa. But like I said, I'm an old soul. I still believe in all the romantic stuff I see in movies, so I decided to buy some Queso dip. $3 more dollars for a chance at love? Heck yeah.

Fast forward 20 minutes and I am having the most boring conversation of my life. If I can't keep a conversation going, that's saying something. I'm a writer that usually talks to much. To make it worse, SHE HASN'T EVEN TOUCHED THE QUESO DIP! Who doesn't like cheese in a dip form? Eventually it got really awkward because I wanted to eat the rest of the dip but she was already done with her quesadilla and it seemed like she was just waiting on me to finish the cheese dip. I think my forehead was sweating. I quickly stuffed as many chips into my mouth before I asked if she was ready to go. I had no problem paying for the meal and to my surprise she said she had a great time and would like to go out again with a couple emojis with heart eyes thrown in there. Here's the twist.

Fast forward to the next day. I'm at the bars hanging out with my friends and I happen to see said date out with her friends as well. We waved. But before I could make my way up to her to say hi, I noticed something different about her. A FREAKING HICKEY ON HER NECK! Come on girl, this is why people have trust issues.

I guess the moral of the story is, don't buy Queso unless you are prepared to eat it alone. What a damn metaphor.

"Separate Checks and Chill?" by Whitney Hatano

I had the biggest crush on this guy from my high school, but nothing ever happened between us because I was a freshman when he was a senior. I started out at Bowling Green State University (first mistake) and he randomly asked me to go out on a date with him, which I agreed to (second mistake).

There I was, thinking that I was about to go out on a date with my dream guy. I was very wrong. He was on his phone the majority of the night, which made conversation super exciting..not. By the end of dinner when our server asked us how the checks were going to be, he said...*wait for it*...SEPARATE.

I realize how bratty that makes me sound, but HE asked ME out, so I thought that was kind of rude. I was just ready to GTFO of there, so we paid separately and I thought that was that. Nope.

He had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to "hang" with him. Like, what? First of all, what does that even mean? Did he think I was going to waste a minute longer of my life by sitting in another room with him and watch him play on his phone? I politely declined and I haven't talked to him since.

"Dirty Hairy" by anonymous staff writer

I met a nice young lady at my favorite watering hole after one of our many fests. We really hit it off, so we decided to turn in a little early to the closest shelter we could find. We found ourselves in a room that didn't belong to me in my friends' house uptown, and things went in exactly the direction you would assume.

Things were heating up, but when it came time to disrobe, I couldn't help but be dissatisfied with the upkeep of, and overall scent that radiated from, my counterpart's nether regions. I nonetheless persevered, and we began the deed. All things considered, it wasn't going that bad at all for the first few minutes.

Eventually, I allowed my eyes wander down to her posterior and saw something that will stick with me forever. It turns out the heavy forestation of her crotchal zone did not end there. To put it bluntly, this girl had a hairier ass than I did. I tried my mightiest to ignore why I had just seen, but I couldn't shake the horror. After a minute, the once mighty soldier that was standing at attention had suddenly retreated from battle.

Naturally, she noticed this dramatic change. She smiled and comforted me, saying, "It's OK. Whiskey dick happens."

"Yeah ... whiskey dick ... That's what did it."

"We're All A Little Love Sick" by another anonymous staff writer

I am writing this anonymously even though if the guy this is about read it, I doubt he would even realize it’s about him. He isn’t very bright, at all.

Anyway, it was my freshman year of college, and in the very beginning of second semester, I met a guy. We'll call him Josh. Well, Josh and I hit it off at the bars and started to hang out more and got a little serious. Well, one night I went out with my friends and didn’t really talk to him all night. At around 2 a.m., the bars were closing, so I decided to head home. I walked to my dorm and opened my door.

There lying in my bed was Josh. I had no idea how he got into my dorm, who let him in, or why he was in my bed. I was very confused, so I woke him up gently and when I woke up I realized he was totally trashed. I mean, completely out of this world hammered.

I asked him how he got into my room, and he told me a random girl let him in. Shortly after he sat up in the bed, I could tell he was about to puke. I offered to walk him to the bathroom, but he said he was fine and five seconds later he projectile vomited all over my room. It was absolutely disgusting.

I immediately dragged his body to the bathroom where he continued to puke and many girls on the floor could hear. A couple girls even came in with water bottles and gave me food to feed him.

That was probably the weirdest experience I have had with a guy at OU so far. Sigh.

"Cold Meats and Cold Hearts" by Louis Baragona

I have a hard and fast rule that I will never date a guy that takes me to a place that exclusively serves soups and sandwiches. This particular boy took me for a date and really wanted Brenen's, which I can't respect because I don't eat lunch meats, tomatoes, most salads and am pretty picky about soups. Right before the date, I sent my mom a picture of the boy, and she replied that he looked way too old for me and that if I were still living in her house, she would never let me go out with an old man. This kid was a senior, and I was a freshman, so I knew he was old but not that old.

We met and went to Brenen's, much to my disappointment, but I was hopeful. I was telling myself to give up on my dumb rules and my weird, psycho hang-ups. I was trying to be positive. We got to Brenen's, and I ordered a PB&J, and the guy I was with was horrified. As we sat and waited, he asked me why I ordered PB&J. I said, "I hate sandwiches kinda, and I'm weird about food and condiments."

He picked up a packet of mayo, and asked if I liked mayo. I said, "Hell no."

He opened the packet of mayo and, like, sprayed it at me, which was strike one because anyone who knows me knows I don't f*ck with ketchup, mustard or mayo. He was lucky that sh*t didn't touch me.

I was feeling annoyed after that, and he kept asking me if I read the newspaper that day, which was just plain annoying. He tried to brag to me about having a subscription to The New York Times, and I was like "Yeah. You and every freshman in Journalism 1010."

Then (NOT MAKING THIS UP) he said, "I wanna get you something," and I was like WTF, but also, who am I to turn down anything free? So I said, "OK, fine." I'll just take the gift, and we can be buds who never eat together or speak again.

So, we walk to like Import House or Artifacts (I forget which one), and I was looking around, and he said, "Well do you like scents and incense and candles?" and I, like any human with a nose, have no major opinion on the matter other than that I like some scents and dislike others.

He said, "Well, what about this?" and he sprayed this LAVENDER scented air freshener type of product on me. I AM ALLERGIC TO LAVENDER!!!

I asked, "Uh, what is that?" and, within minutes, my arm was turning red and breaking out in hives. I didn't know what to do so I said, "Well ... I don't want anything. Thank you," and tried to GTFO as fast as I could.

I got back to my dorm, and he texted me and said, "No offense, but I don't think we'll be seeing each other again. You were kinda rude at times."

I was relieved. I replied, "OK sounds good!" and I never talked to him again.

Tell us about your best bad date experience in the comments!