All right, my turn. (Yes, I’ve started dating since I last frequented the CR.)
I was very nervous to go on my first date ever. The guy said he didn’t care where we went, so I picked the restaurant. I had only been there once before, and that was with a large group, so we had made a reservation. This time, I called and they said we didn’t need a reservation for only two people. I incorrectly assumed without asking that we would still need to be seated by a waiter. We walked in and stood awkwardly next to the doorway waiting for someone to find us a table. He started chattering, asking me all sorts of questions, and meanwhile I was getting more and more anxious why nobody was seating us. Finally, after about ten minutes, a waitress noticed us and informed us that we could just pick a table and sit down. I was mortified- what a first impression!
The date actually went very well after that; it turned out that we had a lot in common. We were still talking when the bill came, and were so engrossed in our conversation that we paid and then thoughtlessly got up to leave without bentching! We had walked about two steps out of the restaurant when he turned to me with a horrified look on his face and said, “We forgot to bentch!” I found a bentcher in my purse and we quickly sat down outside to bentch.
We did have a second date, but not a third.