Many years ago when I was single..several decades back, I was on a job out in West Texas, and I went to a big motel out on the interstate as it was the only and closest place to get a good meal and mixed drinks. I met a woman in there, well dressed and good looking. After a bit, I excused myself, went into the dining section & ordered something to eat and she came over and handed me a piece of paper, told me "Come out to my place tomorrow night at 7 and I'll fix you a real meal".
Now I have no idea what this lady saw in a rough and rowdy drilling rig worker, but good fortune it seemed was smiling on me.
Next evening, I cleaned up, put on my best clothes, which consisted of wrangler jeans, a clean shirt, and off the rack Tony Lamas, grabbed my good hat and followed the directions to her place and turned into a long paved drive, with white pipe fences on both sides. Good Hereford cattle on one side and nice looking quarter horses on the other side with natural gas wellheads here and there. Pulled up in front of the open garage, could see a nice looking corvette inside and a shiny new pickup. She answered the doorbell, and I hung my hat on a hook in the hallway. After a few minutes of small talk, she led me into the dining room and we started to eat..didn't recognize the main dish, but first bite my taste buds rebelled. I washed it down with a sip of white wine from good glassware and tried another. 2nd bite left a coating on the roof of my mouth and I asked what it was. "Lamb quiche"
After a bit, I excused myself, saying I had to get something out of the truck. Walked back down that hallway, grabbed my hat off the hook, out the door, open my truck door and thought to myself "Sometimes, the juice just ain't going to be worth the squeeze" started the truck up and left the same way I came in. Stopped in a little taqueria on the way back to my motel and considered things. Any woman that would feed a man quiche (and lamb quiche at that) on the first date is just too risky a gamble for me.