Alright, I got the memo: you're a busy guy. You're burning the midnight oil on some big project so you try to squeeze in some date time with me over your lunch break. That's sweet, right? Well, maybe in theory, but in practice lunch dates are the worst.
For one thing, you're a stress mess. You'll show up panting 'cause you hoofed it the three blocks from your office to the restaurant. Oh dear.
Secondly, you are distracted by the time constraint. Before we even sit down, you announce how you only have an hour to hang out. It's hard to be relaxed when you check your watch every five minutes.
And, without fail, the first ten minutes of the date will be him just unloading about how awful his morning went. Yes, your boss sounds like a tyrant. How could the intern not know how to work a fax machine properly? Why is your secretary never at her desk? I nod, trying to empathize with your petty office dramas when what I'm really thinking is, "Where's the good-timey dude I saw last weekend and what have you done with him?" Bonus points if he excuses himself to say hi to a "client" at the next table and leaves you to pick at your Caesar salad by yourself.
Oh, and the last five minutes of the date will be him complaining about all the work he has to do once he gets back to the office. Great. I applied mascara for this?
I don't care how amazing the lunch specials are at this eatery, it's not worth hanging out with a crummier, stressed-out, slacks-wearing version of the dude you kicked it with last Saturday night. Save the dates for nighttime, where they belong. Just say no to lunch dating!