Thomas asked me out to dinner at my favorite vegetarian restaurant, so I was already in a good mood when the date started. Our food arrived and we talked about this and that. All of a sudden, I covered my mouth and sneezed violently. I expected a “Bless you” out of Thomas, but instead he asked, “You’re not sick, are you?” I joked, “Yeah. I have ebola.” He gave me a terrified look, then jolted up from his seat, said, “I gotta go,” and then left me there with his unfinished food. I thought about texting him, “I was kidding, idiot,” but figured that that should’ve been obvious. He didn’t return and I was stuck paying for both of our meals. It was okay, as I ended up picking at what he had ordered. Still, what a humorless jerk.