The worst date I was ever on was when I was 19-ish. A guy asked me out, and he was cute and nice so I said yes. He didn't have a car so I picked him up. No big deal. We went to a restaurant, had our meal and a decent chat. When the check comes, he "left his wallet at home" so I ended up paying for everything. Yikes. So we get to the car and I take him back to his place, and he leans in to kiss me. I let him kiss my cheek, but that was all. I wasn't against giving him a second chance (maybe he really did forget his wallet), but I never heard from him again. Oh well. I didn't lose sleep over it.