The first date was a disaster. My partner had insisted on going to a new restaurant that I had never heard of, and when we arrived, they insisted on going somewhere else. I tried to be polite and suggested we go somewhere else in the same

The first date was a disaster. My partner had insisted on going to a new restaurant that I had never heard of, and when we arrived, they didn't have any vegan options. I tried to be polite and suggested we go somewhere else, but my partner insisted on staying.As we sat down at the table, the waiter came over and asked if we needed anything. My partner ordered a glass of wine while I ordered a salad. The waiter left us alone for a few minutes before returning with our drinks and taking our orders for food.As we waited for our food, my partner started rubbing their leg against mine under the table. At first, I thought it was just an accident or something they were doing subconsciously, but then they started getting more aggressive with their touches.I tried to ignore it at first, but as the meal went on and my partner's hand got closer to my crotch under the table, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Eventually, I had enough and told them that if they didn't stop touching me there, I would leave right then and there.My partner looked shocked at first but eventually agreed to stop touching me there in public places from now on. We finished our meal in silence before heading back home without saying much else about what had happened that night.