I dated a few girls from Washington Heights. In Washington Heights, you basically had to wait your turn for the privilege of pulling over at a hydrant. Brooklyn’s like that too in many places. My father was fond of huge, hulking behemoths that just don’t park well.
I once had a prospective father-in-law give me a very intrusive farher on the first date. I was nervous enough as is on first dates, and it’s frankly tough to be in the sugya when you’re in the parsha.
I had 2 dates where the girl wanted to visit Barnes and Noble. Taking me to a store like that is like taking an alkie to a bar. It’s tough to carry on a good conversation when you would rather just read.
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I had one girl I dated who wanted to go to Barnes and Noble. It was her choice for the date. She was clearly frummer than her father. As we’re leaving, her father asks her where we’re going. she tells him the mall. He suggests visiting a certain gesheft in the mall that is not for Bnei Torah to visit. The girl was mortified by her father’s off-color remark, and she buried her face in her hands long enough for me to get my poker face back on and pretend I didn’t hear it. I was DUMPED!anyway.