I went on a first date where the chick TOTALLY LIED about a number of things ("Vegas? I love Vegas!" she exclaimed when I said I was going there on a business trip. She had never been to Vegas). She pretended to like science-fiction novels when she found out I did. She also made me take her home early because she didn't want to miss Gilmore Girls, and she got bizarrely freaked out when a button her pants came off, like she thought (hoped?) that now I was going to yank them down on Amsterdam Avenue and have my way with her. Later she blogged about the whole date without my permission.
Still married her.