Guy asks me out on a date. The plan is to have a glass or two of wine at my place, then go catch a movie. He gets to my apartment, we go get some wine. As we’re ready to pay, he says he’s a “little short”, so I end up paying for the wine. No biggie, right? Well, our “glass of wine” turns into one for me, and three for him. I tell him it’d probably be a good idea to stop there since we’re going to a movie. He was a little huffy about that.
Anyway, onto the movie we go. As we’re getting out of the car in the parking lot, he pretty much sprints up to the movie counter, and is buying his ticket before I’m even out of the car. As I’m scurrying over, I can hear him say “One for ____” and realize he’s not paying for my movie, either. I give him a look and he pats his wallet and again says, “sorry, I’m a little short”. He goes inside as I pay for my movie. As I go in to find him, I see him at the concession line, paying for a LARGE drink and LARGE popcorn! You know, about the cost of a movie, when two minutes ago, he was “a little short”. I am seething mad at this point, but figure I already paid for my movie and he was my ride. So we proceeded to watch the movie in complete silence. And you know what–he didn’t offer me any popcorn–not one kernel! Dealbreaker.