Was stranded in a city due to flight cancelation. It was suggested, that hey, since your here anyway, you might want to see a certain girl, really special blah, blah blah. I WAS stuck and had no plans so I figured, why not. The girl spoke in one word sentences, was agreeable to do anything, which meant she really didnt want to do anything (I showed her a skydiving brochure I picked up in a lobby and asked her if she wanted to try this activity and she mumbled something like “maybe” but not 100% certain). Is everything OK? Sure. Are you feeling well? Yeah. Want to go home? If you want to. Drink? Maybe. Cat got your tongue? Huh? Know of any nice place to visit, after all, this is your hometown, not mine. No. After what seemed like 9 hours, but was no more than 25 minutes I had enough and asked her for directions home. Even that, I couldnt get out of her. I pulled up next to a cop and got directions back to her house.
I told the one who set it up that I had a horrible experience and unless the alternative was was drinking molten lava, I would prefer to never see her again.
The upshot of this story, (as told to me by my hostess a few weeks later – it made no sense to her how the girl acted and he wanted to get to the bottom of it), the girls parents decided it was time for their daughter to start dating, they asked around for a sacrificial lamb or 2 for their daughter to practice on and it seems that after me, there was another bachur from another city who also went through the same torture the next night. This shadchan helped along with this charade. I threatened the shadchan I would take her to a din torah (and if you are reading this and recognize yourself, please note it took MONTHS, but I was finally mochel you when I said tefillas zakah that year) and asked that she reimburse me for all costs associated with the date which was basicly renting a car and the gas.