He pulled up to my house and blew his horn for me to come out (this was before everyone had a cell phone). Dressed in a cute top and nice jeans, I headed to his car to meet him. Once I opened the door, he looked at me and said “Is that what you’re wearing?” I asked if I was under-dressed (he was in jeans and a blazer) to which he replied, “Yeah. I recommend a skirt, at least”. So I ran inside, pride bruised, and changed into a skirt. Then, he took me to a sushi bar in a strip mall (gag) for dinner.
Afterward, he took me to a swimming pool. In an apartment complex. That he didn’t even live in. And when I reminded him that I didn’t have a swimsuit, he pulled out a white T-shirt and a pair of his boxer shorts. It was still day light and the pool was packed, so I declined the change of clothes and opted to sit poolside (in my ever-so-important skirt) and seeth while he swam. Which he did. For three hours.
The worst part? This was actually our SECOND date. The first date? He “forgot” his wallet. Dealbreaker.