Let’s pause from remembering that Mary Kate Olsen was once young and contemplate the worst kind of date. Which square is your favorite? Or rather, most indicative of the worst thing a person can do on a date? I have never been bothered by chapped lips, and complaining about hipsters is my hobby, so that just sounds like fun, but someone running even fifteen minutes late makes me feel like I’m going to go ballistic (why don’t they plan better? Why?) What about you? Please mark your square immediately. – Shmitten Kitten