Some dates are just OK. Some dates are magic. And then there are the dates that are just too weird to categorize.

GRETA: We met at the bar of a nice restaurant. We had a drink, and he asked me whether I'd like to see a movie. We went to the checkroom to pick up my coat, my briefcase and my shoe bag. As soon as he saw all the stuff, he acted as though I expected him to move a piano. He shouted, "What's all that?" That second, I decided the date was off. His remark constituted criticism. This was a first date. He had no right to be a critic so soon — or at all.

I very pointedly tipped the checkroom attendant myself, put on my coat, took my belongings and left. He said: "Wait! Where are you going?" I said, "I'm going to see the movie by myself!" He followed me as I walked to the bus stop. I told him to stop, but he followed me to the theatre. I bought my own ticket. He bought a ticket, too, but I refused to let him sit near me.

INA: This happened 40 years ago: I was dating a guy who I thought was super cool. I invited him over for dinner and served spaghetti with meat sauce and apple pie, both of which I'd made. I'm a pretty good cook, and nobody has ever complained.

He decided he didn't want all his spaghetti, and he picked up his plate and dumped it back into the serving dish. I was a little shocked but tried to make the best of it, fully intending to throw it all out later. We both played guitar, so we moved into the living room and started playing.

I couldn't believe what he did next. He pulled a couple of packages of beef jerky out of his pocket and ate them. I asked him whether he wanted more food, and he said: "Oh, no. This is fine."

After that, I called him "Beef Jerky" and stopped going out with him. I'm sure he's just as jerky in his 60s as he was in his 20s.

LILA: He was distinguished-looking and rather well-known with an air of authority and a gentlemanly demeanor. So when he asked me out, I said yes.

He picked me up in a car as shiny as his shoes. We went to a fine restaurant, where he ordered the prime rib and urged me to do the same, but I chose something less expensive. It was a first date. I have my rules.

I enjoyed his conversation, which was blessedly free of sex talk, and his company. Then we were off to the theatre. It was summer. I was wearing a thin dress with spaghetti straps. It was freezing in the theatre, and I shivered during the entire first half of the play.

At the intermission, we stepped outside. I told him I couldn't go back because it was too cold. I waited for him to say "Take my jacket" or "I'll ask the manager to turn down the AC." He didn't say either. He just looked disappointed when I said I was going home. And I did.

What was your weirdest date? Send your tale, along with your questions and problems to [email protected]. And check out my e-books, "Dear Cheryl: Advice from Tales from the Front" and "I'll Call You. Not."