We arranged to meet at a coffee shop and when I got there he asked what drink I wanted. After I answered, he looked at the counter, then back at me and said 'Ah well the queue should go down in a minute so you can go and get it' as he sat there with a coffee he had ordered for himself moments before I walked in. He then spent the rest of the date trying to get me to guess how much money he was making before wagging his finger at and going 'nuh uh, it's cheeky to ask.'
Apart from that and him trying to guess my Myers-Briggs personality type, it wasn't the worst date ever.
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