A guy invited me out on a first date for lunch in an area where we could walk around the city a little bit while we got to know each other. Great idea! As we’re walking to lunch, he asks if it’s ok if we run a quick errand. No problem; we’re in the neighborhood, we can pick something up. He says he has to lodge a complaint with his salon (not barbershop) about a product he purchased there. I helplessly followed him in the doors of the posh place and listened as he ranted that the product he’d purchased was previously used so he refused to use it and, as a result, had hair that looked like a “poofy dandelion.” We went to lunch after that but as we talked, I kept seeing his head morph Ally McBeal-style into a huge billowy dandelion. Dealbreaker.

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