I had a few honkers before I met DH.
I went on a date with one bloke, to a pub in town. An hour in, he told me I wear too much make up, I don't need it, and he hates women wearing lots of make up. 'Women look so much better without it.'
'You don't need make up' is the first sign of a controlling man who thinks he can tell you what to do, and how to look.
That was the first and last date. ^
Next date ...
'You are a decent looking lass, but I'd be lying if I said I'm happy with your figure. I like woman very slim.' I was 19, and 5 ft 3, and 8 stone 12 pounds. 
Again, this was the first and last date. ^
Next date...
A man I met in a pub when I was with friends. He asked me on a date, and I accepted. Went 3 days later. He said he was in the navy, and had a £20,000 car (this was over 30 years ago,) and £100,000 in the bank, and had had over 50 girlfriends, (he was 19,) and proceeded to talk about himself constantly, not asking me a single thing about myself.
After an hour and a half, I told him I was going to the 'ladies,' and sneaked out of the back door of the pub. 2 miles walk home it was. Luckily it was July, it was light, and it was warm. I'd have walked 20 miles in the snow in December to be honest, to get away from the boring fucker.
Yep, that was the first and last date! ^
Next date...
Similar to @happinessischocolate I went out with a man who was revoltingly sickly sweet. I kept trying to talk about something very serious, and about something that had happened in politics, and was trying to air my views, and he kept staring at me, with a simpering smile, saying 'awwww, you ladies look so cute when you're trying to be all serious and clever.' 
Only saw THAT nobhead twice. ^
I have also dumped a couple of blokes in the past, who were obsessed with the gym, fitness, cycling, running, obsessively 'healthy' eating, and protein shakes! Boooooring!