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I was in college. During a volleyball game at an away school, one of the girls on the other team came up to me to ask about my serve. (I did this weird side-arm thing rather than overhead.) She was cute and nice, so I asked her if she would like to exchange info. We talked more, and I eventually asked her out. I brought her to a nice place for dinner. She ordered a steak, then proceeded to pick the whole thing up with her bare hands and raw dog the steak. I was instantly turned off. I told her I wasn't feeling well and ran to the bathroom. I found the waiter and paid for everything, then I went back to the table, told her I was sick and needed to go home, but I paid for everything so please enjoy the meal. She called the next day and wanted to meet up again. I told her I'd hang, but only as a friend and I didn't want to take things further. She threatened to kill herself, so I called emergency services, and let them handle that. Still the biggest bullet I ever dodged.