I get to the movie theater, he informs me he doesn’t have enough cash to buy two tickets right as I go up to the ticket booth (after he bought his). His picture was incredibly misleading; I didn’t even make the connections between the two. He made a motion for my hand to be on his cock right after he made a grab for my tits. Afterwards, as we walked around the mall, he kept on patronizing on how “gosh darned pretty” I was, and how smart and awesome I was. I tried to salvage the last bit of the date while sitting in his car, but he insisted on staring in my eyes awkwardly as Bush’s Glycerine played. The last straw was when I looked down, and in addition to his “chain jewerly” he had on black vans with socks pulled up. Dealbreakers.