The Very First Date
I was asked out to dinner once with a guy I met in a university course; he seemed nice, offered to pay, it was the whole nine yards. I hadn’t made any friends yet and I saw this as a good opportunity to meet people. Knowing I had no car, he asked me to a restaurant I’d never heard of across the city. It took me about an hour and a half to get there at the time we agreed on.
He didn’t show up until around 45 minutes later. He then was upset that I didn’t get a table under his reservation as it would “look bad on his credit.” He ordered a ton of food, pretty much all the most expensive stuff on the menu, and immediately started talking about getting to sleep with me. Really explicitly, too. He kept bringing the subject up even though I changed it.
The second I let him know I wasn’t interested, he completely changed. He ate as much food as he could fit in him, and I’m pretty sure halfway through, he vomited so he could eat more. After he’d eaten about two-thirds of the food and I’d lost my appetite after only a bit, he said he’d enjoyed my company and boxed up the food.
I went to the bathroom while he paid, only to be told when I came out of the bathroom that he’d ditched me with the bill and taken both himself and all the remaining food home. Worst $120 experience of my life and luckily for him, I never saw him again.