NYBD,
I saw that girl only once or twice afterwards. B’H she’s happily married. I think she saw me differently after that event. Too bad. She wasn’t wrong. She was too nice to say anything, though.
I’ve done some pretty mean things on dates. Once a guy I was so not interested in asked to go out with me. I painfully agreed, and then stood him up after we made plans to meet at a particular place. I think he waited for a really long time. Yikes. I think I stood one other person up as well, who I also wasn’t interested in. It was so out of character for me.
The meanest thing I ever did, that wasn’t known about, was get mad at my sister when she was sick with cancer. I came home from a date and found her sitting in our kitchen with one of those tight chassidishe snoods (she had lost her hair). We are not chassidishe, nor, do I recall, was she married yet, at the time. I was mortified for my date
to see her and do a double take, and I was very angry at her for being downstairs. Thank G-d I never told her.
It was mean, though, even though she probably didn’t know how I felt.