Date #1 went really well- I fancied him, he was charming, we had lots in common, and I came away with a big grin on my face
The only thing we disagreed on was astrology- he was really into it, I respectfully explained I think it is a pile of bollocks, and we moved on.
Then he emailed me in the early hours of the morning after the date, with a poem he'd written all about how amazing it had been to meet me. Ok, a little intense, I thought, but nice that he's keen.
For date #2, he suggested driving to the coast (2hrs away). The forecast was terrible, and it would have been dark, but he said we could bring towels and blankets to dry off after a walk, then sit in the car together in the moonlight and talk. By this point I was realizing we were not the perfect match. But I still gave him the benefit of the doubt, thought he was trying to be romantic, so I gently pointed out that sounded like fun, but maybe not on a second date, and we went for a meal instead.
When we got to the restaurant, he pulled out a book of astrology, and proceeded to read aloud to me, in the middle of the restaurant, for about 20 mins, passages he had bookmarked explaining about each of our star signs, and the ways they interact with each other. He seemed oblivious to the expression on my face, which was a mix of 


I called him the next day and said I didn't think we are suited, and he gave me a lecture about how I need to open up more or I will never find love.