I haven't accepted a date from anyone since this winner:

Met a guy on OkCupid, we lived about 45 minutes from each so we agreed to meet somewhere in the middle. At the time I was finishing my undergrad degree, and I had finals coming up. So I was basically “living” in the studio, trying to finish up several paintings that were due the following week; I had previously informed him that I was basically going to be unavailable until after 7pm. That didn’t stop him from leaving multiple messages on my phone and calling me relentlessly until I finally answered after the 10th time.

So I answered, and he then went on for 5 minutes about how hungry he was and he kept asking me when I would be ready, etc. Mind you, it was still only the afternoon, not even close to evening yet. I reminded him that I was busy working on final projects and could not meet up sooner. (We had planned on 8pm.)

I met him at the restaurant and he’s 4’’ shorter than his profile stated, even with the 2’’ heels on his snake skin boots that made me die inside a little. Height isn't necessarily a priority, however I do appreciate honesty. He isn’t very polite, shakes my hand and drenches it in his sweat, and then opens the door for himself to walk in. We sit down in the otherwise empty restaurant and order drinks. He continues on about how hungry he is and orders some massive meal. By this time I’m so put off by his behavior that I’m not even hungry. He doesn't hold back about his disapproval of my food choice, and then begins to talk about video games for 20 minutes.

I’m a huge nerd, I love computers, I build them for fun and I play loads of games. That does not equate to wanting to form a relationship with someone based off playing video games. If that is the only similarity between us, then it will likely not work out when I roll higher on that uber sword you were also drooling over.

It’s now time to pay, and the waitress brings out the bill as he is pulling small papers and what not out of his pockets. He beams up to me happily and goes on about having found coupons and an old gift card to pay with. (Wtf?) The waitress comes back after swiping his gift card and coupons, to give him the bad news: they are all expired. He lets out an extensive sigh, looks in his wallet at the two plastic cards in it, and then sighs heavily again, “I guess I’ll just have to use my debit card.” Finally I chime in and offer to pay instead, since it seemed to be such a burden for him. He declines, the check comes, and I thank him for dinner.

He asks if I want to go out for drinks next, I decline and fib about needing to finish up a painting. I borderline run to my car, lock the doors and leave in a hurry.

The next few days after he sent me text messages about what a great time he had, that I flew out of the restaurant like a “bat out of hell”, and eventually, after I still hadn't responded, he left me a rude voice mail crying about how horrible I am.

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