I’d seen a film where a man orders for his date and it looked confident. So at a tapas place I ordered for both of us, choosing only dishes I could pronounce. She was vegetarian. I’d ordered chorizo, more chorizo, and pig cheeks, purely because I could say it. She ate the bread in silence. On the walk to the station I explained I’d been “going for confidence”. She said, “You definitely went for something.” Then she got on a different train from the one she’d said she was getting.
You ordered for both of you. She now orders for herself, next to a man who asks.