This question really isn’t so far-fetched, at least to me. I was invited out to a Mexican restaurant by Peter, a man I had met the week prior. While we were in the bar area, taking advantage of Happy Hour and enjoying our margaritas and chips& salsa, my date asked the waiter for a menu. Ah, I thought, this is good, we’re going to have dinner. We really are hitting it off.
But for some reason, the waiter took him at his word when he requested A menu. Waiter returned to the table and handed Peter the menu. He took his time perusing the selections, and then proceeded to order a dinner item. I was shocked. Fortunately the waiter did realize that I was there and asked me if I’d like anything too. I replied, “Well, I would like to see a menu first.” Peter looked at me and asked, “Oh, are you really hungry? I hadn’t planned on two entrees.”
I know my left eyebrow shot up in my standard “what the hell?” look, and he sheepishly handed me his menu. I then ordered my dinner. Fortunately, he then proceeded to completely reveal his true self and I knew that we would never be dining together again.
He also asked me to split the bill. I declined.