First date with a guy. I can see after a few minutes that it's going nowhere but I suffer through it (apparently too well).
Next day shadchan calls- before I can thank her and explain that I don't need a second date to "know", she tells me that the guy would like a second date but he doesn't want me wearing (insert tznius chumra of your choice), and that I should refrain from wearing it on our next date (and for the rest of my life of course). I was speechless. No one but my husband and I can decide on such matters. Pre-second date?! I still laugh at the ridiculousness every time I think of it.
Weird part is he ended up marrying a girl who had been very "out there" although apparently made a comeback of sorts. In his "defense" she never wears whatever he had an issue with... I guess that's all that mattered...