I went on a first date with a guy who invited me round for dinner and had made me- tomato soup and another type of soup (can't remember what), with smoked salmon on toast and spring rolls for starter, and for main was (all on one plate)- 2 sausages, a salmon steak, a beef steak, a chicken breast, about 20 people's worth of mash, a portion of chips, erm...oh yeah a couple of rashers of bacon (I think?), more bread and finally about 6 peas at the edge. He was really offended that I didn't eat it all. And for desert was ice cream, cheesecake and something else I really can't remember. It was quite cute, he was so pleased with himself, saying how he doesn't normally cook from scratch. I was like...erm, yeah, actually what you've done here is give me a slice of every animal but I'm not sure you followed an actual recipe...
He kept saying how he'd made the soup from scratch, then went to get the packet of what he used for a base...it was a tin of tomato soup!
Then next time I went round for lunch, he had cooked 20 sausages and nothing else, and was really surprised when I said maybe we should have pasta with it.
And I went to his house the next time so we could walk to a local restaurant and when I got there he goes, "do you mind if I do a quick workout before we go?" and strips down and starts lifting weights whilst I'm stood there in my glad rags ready to go out! I was like, erm, are you trying to impress me because I'm actually really hungry here.
Didn't go out again after that.