Clueless
It was a first date, she showed up 45 minutes late because she couldn’t find the place. She barely contributed anything to the conversation. Then we decided to drive over to another place, literally a five-minute car ride away, and she got lost on the way there too.
She had a functional GPS, the same one that I was using that navigated me there perfectly. And these were not hidden locations; they were well-signposted national parks. That’s when I realized something. That was the day I learned that a certain level of incompetence is a giant turn-off for me. I was sitting on a rock for about 30 minutes before I just texted her: “I’m going to just go grab some lunch, thanks.”