Let me please add one of these bad dates to the list. I met with a guy at a bar who already had a drink when I got there. I ordered one for myself and he let me pay which is totally fine. The next round he looked at me deadpan and said, "You buy this one. I'm a feminist." Okayyyyyy. He then told me that he joined the gym at Planet Fitness but only to use their showers because he lived in his car, a Prius. He moved into his car because he got evicted for putting a kiddie pool on the roof of his building and it flooded the entire building. That was 3 years ago but he still lived in his car. He was 40.