On the way towards the worst date ever, this person texted me through the burrito spot we had been fulfilling to share with me personally he’d currently ordered me the salad. We repeat: SALAD. At a burrito spot. Also, had been this the last? Anyhow. After showing up, with my salad prepared, beside their bowl of tacos, he invested the second 30 minutes telling me personally about their model ex-girlfriend and how passionate their “breakup intercourse” was indeed… final week-end. The last straw ended up being whenever, even with telling him we wasn’t a huge fan of cigarette smoking, he literally asked a complete complete stranger for cigarettes after which chain-smoked them beside me.