My friends set me up on a date. A genuinely sweet and very attractive girl, they said. OK, it's been a few months since the big break-up, why not. We wind up at a fancy restaurant, and yes... she's very attractive. And seemingly sweet. Huh,ok... thanks guys. So we order our food, and she orders whatever and throws in a restriction... and the waiter asks "Is that a preference or an allergy" to which she replies, "It's an allergy". "No problem", he says, and walks off. So I ask her about this allergy and how it must be difficult sometimes to figure out what and where you can eat... and she tells me that in fact, it's just a preference, not an allergy, so it's never a big deal. So I ask her why she told them it's an allergy instead of a preference? It makes a big difference in the kitchen. A preference, no big deal... but an allergy? They have to thoroughly clean and/or use other pots, tools, plates, dishes... it's a huge hassle. They'll be happy to do it, but why waste their time and effort? "Why do you care?" she asks. Well, I care because work is work and why make someone do something unnecessary? Have you ever worked a thankless, shit job at the back of the house? This turns into more of a heated debate than you might imagine appropriate for a first date. In the midst of it, I flag down the waiter and explain that her request is not actually an allergy, just a preference. The waiter looks at her. She glares back at him. He flees the scene and returns with the chef, who's not the least bit upset... he just wants some clarification. She simply says, "You know what, fuck this. And fuck you! (to me)" and gets up and storms off, never to be seen again. I apologize profusely to the chef and wait staff who are above and beyond professional and courteous. I pay for the drinks but they refuse to accept anything else. I'm not sure if I should mention the restaurant or not. It doesn't really matter and it's irrelevant; they handled it with supreme class, which is all that matters. By the time I get to my car, my phone is lighting up with texts... what did you do? What kind of an asshole are you? She called me crying... and so on. For some reason, I'm the jerk here. Maybe I am, but I don't see it. In fact, I'll still argue that you don't tell a kitchen it's an allergy when it isn't. Any idiot should be able to understand the implications of that. And I'd say she completely and totally overreacted. But you know what, that's what happened. You tell me. Am I a fucking asshole who deserves to be single (as per the text that prompted me to write this now...) ....?