It's not so much what merits an automatic dismissal, as what you personally couldn't live with, and how it makes you feel. As you said, it's probably different for everyone, but (as a comparatively old lady) both parties should look forward to seeing each other. Who the hell yells on a first date? How disrespectful. I dated a guy who turned up late and drunk for all of our two dates. He was good looking, funny, friendly, great job, didn't mind if I phoned him first, but obviously didn't care enough about me to not make me feel ridiculous. Thank heavens I saw the light.

The person you're dating should not only make you feel great, but should feel great about seeing you. If there are "issues" to be worked out it's probably better that you let your guy work them out with someone else. Dating (and possibly love), is meant to be fun - and lovely. If they're not treating you like, well a princess (and you should be treating him like a prince), just leave it. That's not to say that shy people shouldn't be given the chance to warm up and get to know you, but feeling not good in your gut is not good.

"but feeling not good in your gut is not good."

Your last sentence said it all. I know a guy here who loves flaunting his women to his colleagues, and obviously, he does not respect the girls in the least (and FYI, his date keeps changing every couple of months)! You would be surprised that some girls don't care and continue to date such guys no matter how disrespectful they are to them. Of course this has probably to do with the fact that such "Casanovas" are usually guys with fat pockets and posh jobs, and the women are usually….well you guessed it, not from a well-to-do financial background!

I have a little different view altogether: if a woman does not have the self-respect to dump such a guy way before HE dumps her, she does not deserve respect either! Of course, not all women are like that, but many are.

Martha Jones

I have a slightly different perspective from most of the country, because I'm from New York City.  A chick can get you in A. LOT. OF. TROUBLE. here in a split second.

If you look at the recent Hofstra incident, if those boys hadn't videotaped the sex they had with that girl (which caused her to recant and admit that she had sex with them consensually), they'd still be up on charges right now and the country would still see them as predators and criminals.

If you're hanging out with a gal and she decides to start a confrontation with another guy, the odds are that he's going to come after YOU instead of HER, when you had nothing to do with any of it.

I have another gazillion examples, but a leader has to be chosen in a dating situation.  If it's HER?.. FINE! :D  More power to her.  If I'm feelin' her like that, I'm ready to back her play.  If it's ME, then she has to follow instructions.  Sometimes, there's a very small window of opportunity for effective action.  If I say "We're leaving right now", that means I don't have time to explain to you WHY we're leaving.  You need to trust that I know what I'm doing and have your best interests and safety at heart and make moves when I say so.

If I can't trust that she and I are a unit and on the same page, regardless of whom the leader is, it's way too stressful for me to have a good time and it's an absolute dealbreaker.

SSSSSSSSSEEYA! :D

~ Bill
I blog at billcammack.com

When i was living in the US - i went on a million dates, well it felt like a million dates.

Usually the first thing i would always look for was the guys eyebrows! yes you read it right, eyebrows. I can't stand guys who have one big eyebrow- please men of the world shave or pluck between those eyebrows :)

apart from the eyebrows there were so many little picky things that would make me dismiss them automatically- pointy ears, long fingernails, small feet(you know what i mean girls) the list was endless.

I soon realised that i was going in to these dates with pre-conceived ideas rather than giving the men a chance. In the end i found mr right in the UK, and thankfully he has 2 eyebrows :)

so my advice for what its worth is go with an open mind- you can always change them if needed!

Rachel from seo consultants now living happily married in the UK. xxx

The first two questions I asked my husband as a litmus test when he first showed signs of interest in me (or when I finally were sure that he was interested): 1. Did you belong to a fraternity? 2. Have you ever been to Asia for an extended period of time?/Have you dated a woman of Asian descent?  He answered NO to both.  I admit I based the first question on stereotypes of frat boys from the movies/TV shows.  Yes, I am a Fraternist. No apology there.  The second question was necessary because I am Asian, and I have seen enough Western men (regardless of skin colors) with "yellow fever" to be alarmed. If he were into me JUST (or even, first and foremost) because I am Asian. Then sorry, not into that.  I have also seen enough white boys being totally spoiled in Asian countries thinking they are the cat's meow to want to weed out, or at least be super cautious towards, anybody that has spent a lot of time over there.  

My other deal-breakers are more normal: RUDE to people in the service industry, e.g. waiters, doormen.  Failure to hold doors open for others.  Ok, maybe not so normal. I consider these to be telltale signs for a person's character.  

submom

Trying to stay under the radar so I may speak my mind. 

I like to consider myself a strong woman, a lovely trait that can sometimes have negative repercussions.  Fierce independence can often lead to isolation when it comes to relationships.  The first thing I looked for in a guy was a confidence that emanated from the core.  I'll never forget when I was challenged head on by my date (now the man I'm married to).  He had the self esteem to recognize when he had a right to assert himself.  It was the first time I ever felt really safe with a guy.  Bizarre, eh?

And, oh, a first-date oust = a man who gazes over my shoulder at the next table's temptations.  Eeeeeeeeeew!

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better be a guy who makes you be on the phone during all of BlogHer Con. And one who doesn't recognize your brilliance. :-)

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Flamingo House Happenings

- Lived on the other side of a bridge (so "geographically undesirable", I hear that)

- Still had an aol.com email address in 2008

- Made a point of never paying for me (to the extent of telling a bartender, "no, I'm not paying for her drink, don't put it on my tab")

- Didn't walk me to public transit at 11 pm in a not-super-great part of town (he stayed at the bar instead -- charming)

- Talked loudly during the trailers at a movie, then said, "oh, you're one of THOSE people" when I shushed him

- Refused to stop using the silly nicknames I didn't want to be called

-- Jeanne - The Periodic Elements of Style: http://periodicstyle.blogspot.com

If a man asks me on the first date and he doesn't have an idea of what we'll be doing or if he suggests a place that is just nothing like me, I tend to disqualify instantly.

Waiting for me to suggest immediately says to me he has no imagination and/or is a sexual submissive, which is an instant no-go.

If he suggests somewhere I can't tolerate, we're obviously fundamentally incompatible and/or he hasn't bothered to pay any attention to anything I have said or shared on social media profiles (which is how I do most of my dating).

The way I see it is: a first date location is a projection of their idea of an impressive place, or at least somewhere they're comfortable going. It is as telling as what they say and how they eat (oh, yes, I judge on manners, too).

Only once have I not observed the Location Rule--during a very brief period of "maybe I'm a snob, I should be more inclusive" acceptance. A man asked me out and suggested happy hour at some horrid little hole in the wall bar where people drink out of plastic cups and puke like adolescents. I didn't want to be a jerk, but there was no way I was going to that place, so I responded that he was cute and I'd see him at a nice little lounge, mostly frequented by adults, in a nice neighborhood. He showed up and he was dressed like, well, a hole in the wall bar-going guy who drinks out of plastic cups and probably pukes like an adolescent.

I think that where we tend to spend our time is a reflection of who we are. I'm a quiet, dark lounge girl who likes jazz and coffee. He's a loud, bright bar guy who likes two-dollar margaritas and the top 40. And the idea that I was a sex columnist, though he'd obviously not read anything I had ever written.

Mind you, I love sex, but if you're planning on doing me, there is no way I'm telling you how. You have to be man enough to read me and get that figured out by yourself. The advise I dispense is for the hopeless. A man who'd find himself in my bed is not, in any way, shape, or form, in that category.

Of course, I'd known I would sexually eat him for breakfast from the moment he had suggested that sad little bar. Call it location-based instinct. On top of basic location disparity, I also tend to think less of men that invite women to places where alcohol is cheap--it says to me that they need a woman to be inebriated--or worse, themselves to be inebriated--to get down. And I don't do down unless everyone is right there, pushing boundaries and giving in while they're entirely in their faculties. I only do sloppy sex when it's sloppy on purpose.

I went in knowing all this based simply on where he'd suggested to meet me. But you know what people say! Don't be an asshole! You never know who you'll meet if you drop your snobby little standards!

You know what, Zandria? Those people can kiss my assets.

I'd rather miss The One (doing Jell-O shots at a stinky little bar) than spend a lifetime humoring people I've nothing in common with in places that make up one of my mental images of a sphere in Dante's Inferno. I have better things to do: friends whom I adore to spend time with, amazing books to read, nails to get manicured, fabulous restaurants to try...

I am a snobby, difficult, cranky bitch. It will take one hell of a man to impress me and keep me. I welcome most contenders, but my time and their time is valuable, so I will make it easy for everyone by setting near-impossible standards so we all figure out really fast whether there's a chance in hell.

I think it took me a while to love myself enough to have actual dealbreakers. Previously, I was ridiculously accomodating and accepting that you could hardly say I was having a "relationship" with someone else. Having said that, there were a few men I dismissed early on for various reasons. For one, I won't date a cigarette smoker because I've already dated three of them; contrary to popular opinion, it wasn't the cigarettes that bothered me, but the attitude, the behavior. I realized early on that I was always going to place second, at best. I couldn't sit and enjoy the movie credits because he'd have to head out for a light. That's a problem for me.

Another thought he was too good to ever work as a janitor. My family's fairly well off but both of my parents have had to climb up the ladder and work hard. Neither had much of a post-secondary "career". Even though I want a good career that I love (and of course it goes without saying I want the same for whomever I'm with), I'd like to think that if times got tough we'd both do whatever it would take to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table,  you get the picture. I'm not too good for anything and I can't be with someone who believes they somehow deserve more than the next.

Poor manners, awful hygiene, uneducated/unintelligent, unemployed, no ambition, low self-esteem, perenially depressed/cynical/pessimistic, doesn't like warm weather or the beach (I do and hope to continue to travel to exotic locales -- and certainly not alone), disrespectful, doesn't know how to behave in a restaurant, won't pay for me at least some of the time, uncommunicative, passive-aggressive, still lives at home for no valid reason, etc.

I've been with my co-conspirator since January and it's been great. Some might say we moved quickly (we moved in together after just under eight months), but we knew as soon as we started dating that we wanted to be together, that we were a good fit, that we made each other happy. Not much has changed since. Oddly enough, he was the first man I dated after I told myself I'd no longer settle, that I'd voice any problems and confront any issues head-first instead of letting them blow up regardless of the consequences. It seems I started getting what I wanted as soon as I allowed myself to matter and perceived myself as a valuable partner in a business instead of as just the girlfriend.