When I was a single man, my definition of a bad date was someone who would never tell you what they wanted to do—but always tell you what they didn't want to do.  The conversation often went like this:

"What would you like to do?" 

"Anything you want to do."

"Well, how about let's eat Chinese food tonight."

"No, I hate Chinese food, let's do something else."

"Okay, how about we eat a Mexican meal?"…