Fortunately they're not all like this
Halfway through a first (and only) date, which I thought was going very well, she started a sentence with, "My girlfriend..." What what whaaaat?
The first time I was bold enough to actually do the asking out (someone who had spent weeks overtly flirting with me), the gal stopped talking over our drinks to breathe and say, staring at my chest, "If I were a lesbian..." and something about wanting to bury her head there and do things. I pulled my top up to my throat and made sure it never slipped anywhere close to cleavage again. She spent dinner talking about, quite graphically, her sexual exploits with past boyfriends. That was a disgusting nightmare of a date, that unfortunately didn't end at dinner itself. As I drove her home, she wanted details of whether I was a 'giver' or 'receiver' and what her preferences were. I laugh now but I needed a shower. And yes, I made her pay her portion for dinner, which she was not expecting.
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