Not all the same person, thankfully.
Waited all of two seconds between hearing I'd split up with my ex (someone told him in front of me at a party) and asking me out, not taking 'no', 'not attracted to you' or 'not ready to get back out there' for an answer.
Spent the first twenty minutes of awkward first date talking about his parents' wonderful marriage and how he felt he was failing at life because he was several years behind on his five year life plan - that of course involved a non-descript wife (other than cup size) of meek and inoffensive personality (so as not to offend his religious parents) and 2.4 kids.
Had previously dated a friend of mine who had told me at length of his fuzzy sweater screensaver - basically just giant pink angora-covered boobs in close-up... I deliberately wore quite baggy clothing on the date. I think he was extremely disappointed.
Told me "well your undergraduate degree doesn't matter. No one will care if you cut classes to stay over tonight, or even if you fail it" (heavy subtext - you're only a girl - why would you need an education?)
You know, I usually prefer my women to be under a certain dress size... (I made a point of trying on his clothes - his jeans fell off me). He then accused me of dressing like his mother, so I casually mentioned that he dressed a lot like mine.
(On accidentally tripping over his glamour-model porn stash) 'I don't think women should wear makeup, it makes them look slutty'. Hmmmm... that and the pin-up calendar in your kitchen would indicate there is a wee bit of hypocrisy at play here.