About 8 months ago I had a dinner date with a guy I’d met online. We texted for a while and even had a quick phone call. I could tell he was shy, but that’s not really a bad thing. We set up a time to meet after about two weeks.
I met him at the entrance of the restaurant. I introduced myself and made sure he was the guy I was scheduled to meet. He confirmed he was the one waiting for me, turned around and quickly disappeared through the entrance. I was left standing for a second since he had done it so fast. I reached out and opened the door again since it had closed in my face. He then looked back to make sure I was following him as he went through the second set of doors. The second door almost closed in my face as well.
I picked up the pace to keep up with him, getting only a view of his back as he spoke with a waitress. By this point I was trying to remember what his face had looked like. The waitress picked up two menus and asked him to follow her. He glanced at me again, and without a word followed the waitress. I had to jog a little not to lose him in the crowd of people. I finally reached the table, where he was already seating himself, and the waitress handed us our menus.
Until this date, I had never cared one way or another if a guy held the door open for me. After this juvenile display of leaving me to fend for myself, I have found I do prefer a man who makes sure the girl he is taking to dinner gets properly escorted through the door.
Dottie's Dating Drama 