No Second Date With HIM!

by Lena
(Australia)

I was in the very early stages of a romance with a rather dapper looking neighbor whom I invited over for a very casual dinner. It had taken an hour or so to prepare a simple but lovely meal of rissoles and salads. I liked the guy enough to take the time and was looking forward to impressing him. By the end of the disgusting affair, the piggish creature had:

Broke wind a couple of times and thought it was hilarious.

Shoved entire rissoles in his mouth, chomping and masticating whilst heavily breathing.

Talked with his mouth full, spitting simultaneously.

Asked if I could turn on the TV.

Wiped the empty plate with his finger and licked, then licked the plate afterwards just to get that last little bit.

Belched loudly and proceeded to get drunk on my bottled wine, while his cask stayed in his back pack.

While I was mortifyingly insulted, I kept quiet about it throughout the whole exercise to see how much further he would go. A few days later I mentioned that he must have seriously disliked me for him to deliberately repel me with that tactic. His response? He didn't think anything was wrong with it.