well he was just so bloddy smug, so sure of himself.
He was listening to bloody Debussy for god sake, and i love classical, but Debussy is just wank.
He is a gyneacologist, and it took me ages to get my head round this ( i thought the jelousy might get a bit extreme on my behalf), and he was just so overly confident.
He chose the wine, had the nerve to tell me he felt he should order the food, he just talked about himself all the time.
He told me how much his car cost, how much his suit was, how lucky i was to be out with him, and he chased me for weeks!
I just look for intergrity in a bloke, and he had none.
Tosser