Bad tipping. Maybe it’s because I worked in foodservice in high school and as a barista in college, but bad tippers are my pet peeve. I once went on a date to a fancy cocktail lounge where the bartender takes 3 – 4 minutes to mix and muddle the perfect $14 cocktail. On a $30 bill, my date left a measly $2 tip. I hastily dropped a few more bills on the tab when my date wasn’t looking.
Being late. I waited in a wine bar for my date to show up for almost an hour once. I ordered my first glass of wine and the waitstaff felt so bad for me they gave me a HUGE pour. When my date arrived, he received a SMALL pour. Ha ha. Divine justice, if you ask me. There was no second date.
Bad kissers. You’d think by the time we reach 20 we’d know how to kiss but no, there are people out there that still suck face like amateurs. I have little patience for someone who is a bad kisser. If you can’t figure out it’s a game of mutuality instead of tonsil hockey, I’m done with you.
Bad breath. Oh god, you know what I mean. I once went on a date where I could smell his breath from across the table. I always carry a discreet packet of mints with me and I wanted to discreetly suggest that he eat them all.
Being negative. You know who I’m talking about. That person who will list of 10 things that are wrong before they list one thing that’s right. Mr. or Mrs. Downer. It’s exhausting and draining to be around them. Next!
Being self-absorbed. I went on one date with a fireman. He was so into himself his head fairly floated above his body. If at the end of the date he could’ve told me anything about me (like my name), I would’ve been shocked.
The alcoholic. This is the person who sits down across from you and then drinks nonstop throughout the meal, barely pausing to eat and breathe. Or they talk incessantly about all the parties they throw/go to and how obliterated they’ve gotten. Yawn. We’re not 21 anymore.
Being rude. There’s nothing worse than going to a restaurant with a date and watching them be rude to the waitstaff. This drives me completely batty. Again, I worked in foodservice so I know how hard it can be. I do not trust a man who is nice to me and rude to other people.
The cell phone addict. I once went on a date with an attorney that was so horrifically bad – involving two standard poodles and a 6 year old. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he kept answering his phone. We barely said 10 words to eachother. I’m still traumatized from that date.