I’m no stranger to bad dates. I’ll never forget the time I went out with a friend of a friend, and he wanted to talk about money for the entire lunch. It was extremely awkward and let me know that we were not compatible, right off the bat. Another time I went to dinner with a coworker’s son, and not only was he remarkably boring, but the waiter handed me the check at the end of the night and we ended up splitting the bill. However, I’ve never been out with someone so horrible as the loser I saw last weekend. First of all, he showed up over an hour late. I climbed in his car and it was freezing cold, with the air conditioner blasting on full volume. I was wearing a tiny sundress, and it was pretty apparent that I was uncomfortable with the amount of AC that was pumping through the vents. I even leaned forward and adjusted my air vents so that they were pointing away from me, but he didn’t seem to notice. It turns out that he hadn’t made any plans for us to go out, and since it was so hot outside he thought we would just drive around in his air conditioning. I was literally covered in goosebumps, shielding myself from the AC as best I could, and he continued to just cruise around the city, not even offering conversation. FInally I thought he might be taking the hint as he reached towards the car’s temperature controls, but instead he just reached straight for the radio dial.