Deal breakers can instantly make a sweet thing sour. That is exactly what happened on my most recent date.
I've been out of the game for awhile. Had some life changes (promotion, work hours altered, moved) that caused me to take a hiatus from my hobby that is online dating. I recently reactivated my profiles, yes, plural, I am on a couple of sites. Due to having less time on my hands, I have been more selective with my date choices so that I am not wasting one of my ever so valuable nights off from work on a another date that involves flying food or skull button-ups.
Physically, my type is built like a football player. I met a Southern fire fighter with just that trait. We talked for weeks, from online dating site messaging, to text, Facebook, telephone calls, the works! I could really tell I was into this guy, and it was indeed worth my while to meet him in person.
On our dinner date, things began just fine. It was when his pre-meal soup arrived that everything changed.
One pet peeve I have is slurping hot liquids. So, I paid close attention to if he did. He passed, no spoon slurping! Conversation continued, he ate his french onion, I sipped my drink.
Then it happened. Out of no where, to my absolute surprise, he lifted up the soup crock, put it up to his face, and proceeded to drink the last bit of broth straight from the bowl. Like you may do with your cereal bowl milk in the morning, from the comfort of your own dining table. Certainly not ever in a public place! And, certainly not on a first date!
I managed to hide my mortification by acting as though I didn't notice because I was distracted by who knows what basketball game was on the bar television. As I stared at the game, I thought how things between he and I could never be long-term. How on earth could I take someone with manners like that home to meet my parents?(Insert horrifing Thanksgiving dinner scenerios here)
There it was, an act so small, yet for me was so big, completely killed our potential relationship.