8. Bold Move
On probably our third or fourth date, at a restaurant, my man mixed our soups. I got a watermelon gazpacho (a cold soup) and he got a seafood bisque. I’m a sharer so we both tasted and didn’t love mine but we loved his. After the tasting, he boldly yet nervously states, “Mine is so great; let’s do this,” while pouring our two soups into one. It was the worst thing I’ve ever tasted. Five years later and weve never mixed soups again…too risky.