While I was rebounding from a 5-year relationship, I went on a sort-of date with this weird dude from my community college who kinda stalked me, but was pretty much harmless. We went to buffalo brothers, and he ordered 2 dozen wings with their ludicrous sauce.
If you've never had this sauce, picture the spiciest thing you've ever eaten, and multiply that by 1,000. I sat and stared in horror as he began eating. He had tears, snot, and sweat rolling down his face and dripping onto the table, but I guess in some attempt to impress me, he finished every single wing.
He immediately excused himself to the bathroom and vomited everything up, came out crying, and took me home. He did pay for dinner, though, which was nice. Once we got to my house, he tried to kiss me. Noooooope.