I met your dates soul mate, @zenvelo! I accepted a date with a guy once. We were supposed to go to Wichita, 50 miles away, for a dinner and a movie. He got to the house to pick me up. I could tell instantly there was something wrong. Turns out he had taken a Zanex (sp) or 2 before he came.
I managed to tactfully convince him to stay in town and got shed of him ASAP.
I went out with another guy I met on some dating site. I met him at the Hyatt Regency in Wichita, where they had a a simply marvelous buffet. It was the best ever.
The date, not so much. He told a story about him and his buddy cutting down a tree l limb that hung over a house roof. His friend did the cutting. My date stood under the limb, on the roof, to catch it!!! He demonstrated how he stood with his arms extended over his head, ready to catch that limb! It hit him in the head, hard. Almost knocked him out and off the roof. He blamed his friend and he was still mad at him!
Another guy told me I made a “nice seat cover” for his convertible Mustang. Hot car, cold date.
Another guy approached me as I was on my back deck putting up a gate to the deck. It was up a flight of stairs. My fucking landlord had told the guy I was a single mom and told him where I lived. Better believe I ripped my landlord a new one for that. He didn’t understand. He thought I should be glad that he did me this great favor, the moron.
Fortunately the guy accepted “No.” I got a really bad vibe from him.
A few months later he committed suicide in the parking lot of a hotel, in front of his girlfriend. He shot himself in the head.