Horrible First Date — What not to do + what to do instead

Many years ago, I went on a coffee date and sent a text to my date when he was nowhere to be seen.

He replied: “On the way.”

I asked how long — as “on the way” could mean many things and yet didn’t get a reply. So I ended up waiting more than an hour in a noisy café where I was increasingly frustrated — feeling both irritable and disrespected.

When he arrived, I found out he came from Woodlands (or somewhere far like that), and knew very well it would take him one hour to arrive (feeder bus then MRT). He didn’t think to give me any heads-up about how long the wait, seemed completely alright with keeping somebody waiting, and also did not apologise about being so late.

I called him out on it but did want to give my date a chance. He proceeded to launch into a long monologue about how his relationship status was complicated. Essentially he was in an open marriage and identified as polygamous. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy talking about himself, belabour the point, did a lot hmm-and-ahh. Fed up, I told him I was a Sexologist and even then had to repeat several times I knew exactly what he was talking about, and was in reality, familiar with this subject matter.

Thrown off by the disruption of his undoubtedly standard-operating-procedure on dates…