People Share Their First Date Horror Stories

It lasts seconds. He clicks his fingers at the waiter like it’s normal, like it’s nothing. From the outside, you can almost see the decision land immediately — this is not a small slip, it’s a character reveal.

There’s no argument, no awkward recovery attempt. She’s embarrassed, not for herself, but on his behalf. The date doesn’t fall apart slowly; it’s terminated on the spot. Sometimes a single gesture tells you everything you need to know, and the cleanest move is leaving before the first drink ever arrives.