YOU KNOW YOU'RE ON A BAD DATE WHEN: (Male Version)
She whispers to the waiter, "Please kill me."
You catch her giving her phone number to the guy cleaning your windshield.
She lunges at you several times with a fork.
She keeps calling you "Bachelor Number Two".
"Whoa! Is it 8:15 already."
She transitions the conversation by saying "I've said enough about me. What do you think about me."