I went through a phase where I went out any guy who asked me out as long as I felt they were decent guys. Because of that I went out with "Joe." To put it mildly, Joe was socially awkward.
He asked me how many baptisms I had on my mission and when I told him zero. He explained that with more faith and diligence, I could have had several baptisms. That's what worked for him.
While on the incredibly long ride home, he stuck his finger in my mouth when I yawned and then giggled like a 12-year-old. The second time he tried it, I nearly bit his finger. I spent the rest of the ride home staring out the window.