Sometimes you do something totally stupid on a date that loses you a second date that you actually wanted, and you spend all weekend kicking yourself because if only you’d kept your mouth shut or not done that…
Skip it. It just wasn’t meant to be. It had to “not happen” for one reason or another, and it just happened to not happen for this reason.
My father’s friend was an alter bochur for a while, and for a brief streak he wasn’t getting any second dates either. One of the mini-episodes went something like this: He took a girl to Manhattan via the bridge. She told the shadchan she wouldn’t go out with him again; he was too cheap. The next date, he took a girl to Manhattan via the tunnel. She complained to the shadchan that he was a spendthrift. He threw up his arms and contemplated drinks on the hood in a parking lot. But the point is, neither of these girls were for him. The dating had to end for some reason, and it might as well be “he’s too cheap to take the tunnel” as “that leg-shaking thing he does drives me nuts” or “he’s got enough character flaws to be in an Anton Chekhov play.”
From the other end, we see the idiocy of judging anyone too much by the superficial behaviors they exhibit on a date.