"’Um... because we’re on a first date and that’s what you do... share information about ourselves,’ I responded. ’But, you know, whatever, tell me what you want.’
"’Fine,’ he answered. ’Let’s just say that if you ever did anything bad, you wouldn’t want to see me... ’
"Ooookay. In an attempt to make things less awkward, I changed the subject, and thankfully, our conversation started to flow a bit better for a short while. All smiles, I said, ’It’s a good thing I told you to be open at the beginning; we’ve had fun!’ I was met by more silence, and then... outburst number two:
"’Who do you think I was for the last hour? Do you think I was faking it?! I’m genuine! How rude of you to think differently!!!’ He yelled.
"I was cowering, highly embarrassed because he was making such a scene in public. I whispered that he was making me uncomfortable, which only resulted in more ranting. Blessedly, the bill arrived and he demanded that I give him a card to pay half. I happily obliged, glad to just be getting the hell outta there. We signed our receipts in complete silence, and it was incredibly awkward. Then, out of nowhere he looked up (seriously, this was the best part of the whole night... ), looked me straight in the eyes and said, ’What’s your favorite animal?’