So, I show up at the door of this classy lady I've only talked to online and on the phone. We made plans to go to a really nice, formal restaurant. She opens the door and is in sweat pants and a t-shirt that has stains on it. I politely ask when she's going to change because I don't want to be late for our reservations. She says she is dressed; this is what she wears all the time. I told her this is a fancy place and she needs to get dressed up. She yells at me that if I can't accept her how she is, then she wants nothing more to do with me. She slammed the door in my face. Wow, what a freak!
— Jason, 28