D.L., nyc

First blind date in New York...with a nice Greek boy arranged by a relative.

He picked me up from work and we went to a local restaurant but rather than sit at a table, we stayed at the bar. Thirty minutes into the conversation, I desperately wanted to leave as he was about as exciting as wallpaper but being new to NYC and a polite Midwesterner, I stayed. After an hour, he asked if he could take off his jacket (it was August), placed it on the back of the chair and then stuck his arms straight up in the air and proceeded to tell me that 'he'd worn the shirt without the yellow stains just for me'.

I was stunned but still couldn't get up and leave. Out of principal, I wouldn't sit at table with him.

Four long hours later, we left. Two days later, he called my office to arrange another date and a colleague answered the phone. He told him never to call me again. Ugh.