I was on a date with a guy that offered to buy me a drink. From the corner of my eye i saw him sneak away from the bar and grab a somewhat full glass of champagne from an empty table. Yes, he offered it to me. It killed the deal. To make matters worse, when i refused to drink it and decided to leave what was already the worst date from hell, he then ran after to me to then ask me for a ride home. Double kill. (Latin Elf; Los Angeles, CA)