I went on a date last week with a guy who kept saying things meant to illustrate how wealthy his family was...."I usually go to my boat in the BVI's for a month in the summer but this year I think I'll do three weeks there and two weeks at my place in east hampton," and, "I felt bad for her when she said, I can't spend 200 dollars on a dress.  I was like...200 dollars?  That's a ratty pair of jeans to me!" etc etc.  It was one of the lamest dates I've ever been on, and I kind of knew a little bit that he was like this but he'd asked me out five times so I had this "Oh whatever, how bad could dinner be?" kind of attitude.  Apparently dinner could be and was really bad.  Bleh.  No thank you.