A few years ago I got set up with a guy. We went on a super uncomfortable dinner date to Mother's downtown. Upon entering I learned HIS mother had purchased him a giftcard specifically for the occasion, and had called ahead to make sure the payment was worked out in advance. It didn't improve from there—when I asked what kind of music he likes, he looked really forlorn before telling me, "some reggae." I didn't date again until meeting my current partner, over a year later.