Of course, some are less “bad” than others.
In 2005, I went on a first date to a Mexican restaurant for dinner. (That was the first mistake. You can always add dinner, but you can’t take it back.)
My date was, for lack of better words, pretty darn boring.
I consider myself to be an engaging person who can talk to just about anyone, but there were silences, and awkward ones at that. As I tore through my fajitas, I was planning in my head what I would say for the next half an hour at least.