Going out for dinner on a first date is a real crapshoot. It can either go famously well (in which case you aren't sweating the fact you are, at a minimum, committed to a total stranger for 45 minutes). Or it can backfire and leave you wanting to pull your hair out, wondering why you didn't propose coffee.
I tend to give most guys a, "Get out of Jail free" card on the first date. Nerves are a funny thing, and I don't think people are truly themselves on a first date. But when the conversation focuses on someone's upbringing and how his Dad beat his Mom, I tend to sweat a little bit under the collar. It is true you should not judge others...however, in a free society of dating, I do not have to choose to w with someone who grew up in a household with that type of behavior. I thought we had moved beyond the topic when all of a sudden he asked me: "So, have you ever been in a fight?" I about choked on my Panang Curry. I said, "You mean, like a fist fight?" He said, "Yeah." I wiped the corners of my mouth with the napkin and said, "Um, no, I wasn't raised by wolves. And what kind of question is that anyway?" Insert awkward silence in the date... And within minutes the check came and I think both of us were ready to part ways. So we did.
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