She was a Disaster
I'm pretty easy going, but this one date was a disaster from the beginning. I met her at a restaurant and she had on an obviously dirty shirt. She told me she had been gardening. Okay, still bad form, but I went with it. As we ate, she didn't use silverware at all, but picked everything apart with her fingers. The final straw was when she let some loud gas go in the middle of the place and then laughed. I still can't believe I endured that date.
— Tim, 30