Years ago a work friend (San Diego office location) named Lorraine wanted me to meet a friend of hers. She thought we'd hit if off and get along really well. I worked in the L.A. office but had visited Lorraine and spent time with her and her husband at their home in San Diego and we became good friends. So I drove 50 miles to Laguna Beach from LA and her friend drove 50 miles from San Diego to Laguna Beach. At the time there was a restaurant there called the Victor Hugo Inn. We met and had an early dinner. It was strained and uncomfortable for both of us. We had nothing in common. We had chatted on the phone prior to the meeting and said we might get rooms at the Inn for the night and spend time the next day just walking around Laguna Beach and visiting the shops together. Well. We didn't. I drove back to L.A. after dinner and she drove back to San Diego. When our mutual friend Lorraine asked how it went I told her the truth. Gently. She said she couldn't figure out why we didn't hit it off. Well I dunno but it was very unpleasant for both of us. Did you ever have an experience like that?