"The guy picked me up and asked why I looked so tired. I said I had just gotten out of a seven-day migraine, and he turned around and took me home because he doesn’t date 'defectives.'
This guy told me that him and a bunch of people (some of them my friends) were going to the cinema after work and asked if I wanted to come. When I got there, it was just him. I asked where the others were and he said they weren’t coming anymore. I messaged my friend to ask where she was and she told me they had never made plans to go in the first place. I was tricked into a date. I never talked to him again.
I had a Tinder date with a guy who said he was 6 feet tall. He was actually about 5-foot-6. I chose not to say anything, but he kept finding ways to bring up the fact he was 6 feet — like, he was trying to convince me. Eventually, I said, 'I’m going to be honest. You can’t be 6 feet 'cause I’m 5-foot-9 and, no offense, but you’re shorter than me.' He then spent about 15 minutes trying to convince me I must be over 6 feet tall."
I had a guy over for dinner after a few previous casual dates, and he didn’t like what I cooked. That’s fine, not everyone is going to like everything, but he bitched about it and berated my skills for half an hour while eating my entire last loaf of bread. I don’t know why I didn’t kick him out sooner.
