When I lived in New York City, I actively dated on Match.com. My Very Worst Date happened when I met a guy at a Union Square restaurant. I walked in and saw a guy sitting at a table looking around, but he was clearly 10 years older than the photo he’d posted online. His hair was also much thinner, but I decided to give it a shot anyway and introduced myself. The waitress came right over and asked if we would like anything to drink.
"No, we don't want any cocktails," he said rather curtly.
I let it slide because I thought he might be an alcoholic for a second. Still I was annoyed that he spoke for me.
"Well, can I order a soda then?" I asked.
"Do you have to?"
I was turned off by his cheapskate ways but I still tried to enjoy the rest of the meal since he seemed fairly charming otherwise. After dinner, we stepped out of the restaurant into a rainy, rainy night. Since we were both headed to the Lower East Side, I suggested we share a taxi.
"Do you have your Metrocard with you?" he asked. "Because we're taking the bus."
I had one in my back pocket, but I was shocked that in the cold rain he would want to wait for a bus just to save a couple of bucks.
"And is it one of the unlimited ones because I forgot mine?" he added.
I gave him the card, which had four bucks left on it, and I hopped in a cab to meet my girlfriends.
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