(I’m on a first date. I don’t know this guy very well; he’s a friend of a friend and we’ve only previously talked online or via text a few times.)

Guy: “Hey it’s great to finally meet you.”

Me: “You too!”

Guy: “So you DTF?”

Me: “Um, sorry?”

Guy: “You’re not DTF?”

Me: “I don’t know what that means.”

(Without saying anything else, the guy gets up from the bar and leaves. I don’t know what just happened. I am getting a bit upset thinking I’ve done something wrong before the barman, who’s heard everything, comes over.)

Barman: “He was asking if you were down to…” *he gestures and waits for me to work it out*

Me: “….oh my god!”

Barman: “Yeah, look. Oh behalf of men everywhere I want to apologise for that a**-hole. We’re not all like that. I’m going to get you a drink on the house, and if he was your ride home, I’ll sort a cab for you. Don’t let him ruin your night.”

(I ended up staying for a few more hours and talking to him. At the end of the night he gave me his number!)

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