We were out at what NYU students affectionately called "China Wine"...
... a divey Chinese restaurant on the Upper West Side that served free, unlimited boxed white wine with dinner (its real name was Silk Road Palace; they have since closed). My date consumed her boxed Chablis with gusto. We went back to her dorm on Water St and proceeded to hook up. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night to an empty bed. I heard her rustling around in the kitchen and went to see what was up. There she was, sitting on the oven rack, peeing in the oven. "What are you doing?!" I exclaimed. "The bathroom was busy," she slurred. The bathroom was empty. - B, 29, Tribeca
One guy took me to dinner and proceeded to take his shoes off in the restaurant
He called this "Power Play." He then pulled out a weekly pill holder and took all of his meds for something I couldn’t ask about because it was our first date but it may have been serious. He also excused himself, I’m pretty sure, to take a mid-date dump. I say this because he made a joke about it that was likely not a joke. After the restaurant he wanted to walk down by the water. In the fading light we strolled (he limped, given his aching feet in his wingtip shoes) through Rockefeller University. I didn’t even know that place existed, and while I’m sure it was beautiful, it was terrifying in its dim seclusion. When we found a place to sit, a dog passed by and I asked how his dog was. "What dog?" he asked. "The dog in your Tinder photo," I answered. Spoiler alert: he has no dog. I left moments later. Power Play. - S, 25, Midtown East