Bad Date #1: Chick-fil-A at the Mall—You Can’t Make This Up

Welcome to the world of bad dates—a series where I let you in on some of my personal favorites. Luckily, I’m pretty laid-back, so I survived these with minimal emotional damage. But each one taught me a little something.

Let’s start with this gem from a few years ago...

I had just ended things with my ex-fiancé about a month and a half earlier. I was still navigating the weird emotional space between heartbreak and hopeful new beginnings. Then I went to a friend’s Super Bowl party. She was hyping up her husband’s best friend like he was the ideal man—great job, great personality, great on paper. She even said, “He’s someone I’d actually approve of.”

A week later, he and I were texting and made plans to go out.

He suggested we meet at the upscale mall nearby—the one with all the good dining options. We met up and he asked the classic question:

“Where do you want to eat?”

Now, I’m a little old-school. I like when the guy takes the lead, especially on a first date. Plus, I’m mindful of price ranges and don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.

So I smiled and said, “Wherever you’d like.”

He looked around thoughtfully and said:

“Let’s do Chick-fil-A.”

I froze. Internally.

Chick-fil-A? On a first date? In a mall with places like Cheesecake Factory, PF Chang’s, Brio, and California Pizza Kitchen?

Don’t get me wrong—I love a spicy deluxe sandwich as much as the next girl. But this was giving food court energy, not date night energy.

I didn’t say anything. I’m not cruel, and I wasn’t going to make a scene. I ordered whatever I wanted off the menu. But mentally, I made a note:

“This is our first—and last—date.”

Thank God there wasn’t a dollar menu. I have a feeling he would've pointed to it and said, “Order from this side.”