Let's say one of your friends sets you up on a blind date with a guy you know nothing about. You go to the restaurant to meet him, and you're filled with trepidation because the whole experiment could go either way. You've heard really good things about him from your friend, but for all you know, she could just be biased, or your tastes may not match.
You get to the restaurant, you find your blind date, and he's not bad to look at. In fact, he's quite appealing. You chat casually over cocktails and starters, and everything's going surprisingly well. Blind dates haven't worked out so well for you in the past. This one may be the jackpot, however. The guy seems smart, he manages to make you laugh out loud a couple of times, and the food and ambience are adding to the mystique. You mentally thank your friend and settle down to have a good evening.
The waiter comes over to ask you for your main course choices. Your date asks for the cheapest, blandest-looking food on the menu. Uh-oh, you're a hearty-eating type of girl. But you decide to give him another chance, and ask him about your his job. It's like unleashing a veritable torrent. He tells you how underpaid he is, how everyone's out to get him, how he's so frickin' broke all the time, how his momma was a slut and his daddy was a clumsy fool, and how he's trying to escape a relationship with a fortune-hunter who sounds more than a little slutty and shifty. Oh, and he thinks his boss is embezzling from the company.
You perk up, because it sounds like there will at least be an element of drama to enliven his dreary recital. You ask him if he is doing anything to confirm his suspicions. He tells you his best friend, who is completely innocent, has been arrested for the crime. Did you rescue him? you ask. He tells you that he has made some inquiries amongst the people who work in the company but nothing is forthcoming yet. He also tells you that he has drafted a couple of friends who move in the same circles to keep an eye out for his boss and report any suspicious behaviour. But what are you doing about it? you ask insistently, and he waffles on a bit, and you realize, much to your disgust, that he is just expecting the answer to fall in his lap, without much positive action on his part.
You don't want to be rude and walk out in the middle of the date, because he doesn't seem like a completely horrible person or anything, just a weak-willed nobody, and maybe he doesn't deserve quite the amount of scorn you're mentally heaping on his head. You struggle through the rest of the evening, hoping in vain to spot some of the charm and humor you thought you saw in him at the beginning of the evening. You get nothing. Zilch. Nada. You finally get to the end of the evening, pay the tab, and walk out heaving a sigh of relief, when he tells you hesitantly that he would like to see you again. Hell, no! You bid him farewell politely and walk off, wondering to yourself how something that had such potential could turn out to be such a bust.