I agree with apushtayid, but I would add this:
“When they are told he is the creme de la creme of his yeshiva, the gaonis to be the next rosh yeshiva, with middos that make him a shoo in as the next mashgiach, and he turns out to be a boor, a bore, smells like a boar, dresses like a slob, has the middos of a racoon and is a self absorbed baby,” and then has the nerve to say no after a single 90-minute date and gives no real reason other than perhaps there was no chemistry, then the girl feels that she has the right to complain. Wouldn’t you?