Yup. Don’t stop. Don’t argue. Don’t fight back. Just leave. It’s the only way to minimize the damage to your psyche from their crazy.
Early on, sure, you want to see if you can spend mellow time together.
But on a first date? Deliberately trying to bore each other? NO! 
A lot of smart stuff said so far, and I’ll probably be repeating on every point I make, but this is what I learned in ten years as a single guy dating women:
1. Appearance matters. It matters to you, so expect it to matter to her. How you dress and groom yourself matters. If you don’t know how to dress for a date, find someone to teach you. Clean your car inside and out. Fix your hair. Keep your place clean if it might end up there. Wear clothes that fit properly and are the best clothes appropriate for the setting.
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No matter how much you hear that “people these days don’t date, they just hang out in groups,” the fact remains that a woman who’s interested in you, or even entertaining the notion, will be impressed if she is taken on a proper date. And if she doesn’t want to go on one, she’s not into you.
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You can’t make her love you and she can’t make you love her.
3a If she’s not interested, leave her behind as quickly as possible and date someone else.
3b If you’re not interested the same way she is, be a gentleman and end it.
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The secret to conversation is asking questions.
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There is a continuum. On one end is aloofness and playing hard to get. On the other is desperation. In the middle is expressing honest attraction and interest. You want to be in the middle.
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Women aren’t evil bitches and they aren’t icons up on statues. They’re human.
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You can’t fix a broken person.
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If you get along at least reasonably well with your family and they hate her, they’re right.
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Some things are necessities and some are nice to haves, and you’d better know which is which.
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If you like her, and you think she likes you, damn it, KISS HER!
Right, if you bore, it should definitely be by accident on a FIRST date. I mean, it might have been something I would have done on purpose, but then, a lot of people don’t “get” me.
Another life lesson that I learned was on a date when I was about 15 with a boy that I actually didn’t like very much and it’s this; it can be VERY easy to make someone interested in you, but make sure it’s someone that YOU are interested in. This is good for regular life, too. Don’t make an effort to impress and gain the friendship of someone if you really think that that person is just a big jerk. It may come back to bite you.
That’s the advice that I keep giving to my straight male friends. Stop acting like women are some bizarre animal or (in my circles) some strange computer with a bizarre and ancient operating system and you just have to figure out the password and the basic commands.
They’re just people, not that different from you. Relax. Be a person. Don’t fake who you are… it’s fine to put your best face forward, but it still has to be YOU. Even fairly dim people can sense when someone is not genuine.
And always remember that the most important thing is whether or not you enjoy spending time with one another.
Seriously. That’s the most important thing in a relationship. If you have that, a lot of other things don’t matter, and if you don’t, nothing else matters, because it ain’t gonna work. You have to throw out all your preconceived ideas about what the ‘right person’ will be like and just trust that feeling of happiness when you see the person and the sadness when they go.
If you’re happier with the person than away from them, congratulations, you’re in like. It’s rpetty great!
Oh. I should add, this good feeling should be somewhat independent of what you expect to get when you see them. If you’re only happy to see them because now you’ll get to have sex, that doesn’t totally count. 
Quite true, but not the whole truth.
You’re not responsible for anyone’s happiness, but if you’re not contributing to their happiness, you’re wasting your time.
Likewise, if they’re not contributing to yours, it’s time to move on.
Use plenty of lime, and dig a deep, deep pit. Lose the hacksaw and the shovel, don’t send taunting notes, and never, never keep souvenirs: cops are smarter than you think.
Oh sure. Don’t mind me. Go ahead and use that crawlspace. No one eve looks there.
Awwww, too late, drach! I’ve been married to a wonderful geeky woman for ten plus years now.
And you had such a cool website, too! 
Oh, nothing honey, just talking football . . . What? Well yeah, I’m aware that I don’t even know the rules. They’re just teaching me about interceptions, and first downs, and . . . shit.
What I learned from dating is:
That when your driving at night and she says she’s tired & she manages to curl up in the passenger seat, with her head on your thigh like a pillow. That no matter how sweet & adorable she is, no matter how angelic her face is glowing from the light of the radio… what I learned is never… never, ever… take your eyes off the goddamn road!
Don’t believe anything anyone says to you while either of you is naked.
If a guy tells you he loves you before you’ve slept with him, he’s either lying to you or to himself.
What, sex is required to express that sentiment honestly?
Dare I ask what happened?
What I learned from dating?
Women are fun and smart and adventurous and loving and challenging and wise and yummy.
In my experience, yep.
If we’re not sleeping together yet, we don’t know each other well enough for you to be able to honestly say that you’re in love with me, nor for me to be able to say that I’m in love with you.
That initial infatuation and “lust buildup” before we’re intimate can very, very easily present itself as love, especially when one or both partners are fairly inexperienced. Then, when the dam has been released, you look at the other person with clearer eyes and go “Oh. Wait. I don’t love him/her, I just really really wanted them. Well damn.”
Love =/= infatuation, and vice versa.
And perplexing and mercurial and indecisive and vindictive and invidious and capricious and presumptive. (And having close female friends to relate their side of romantic endeavors has only reinforced these points.)
But damned if they aren’t appealing when they’re being soft and sweet.
“Women; can’t live with 'em, can’t shoot 'em.” – True Lies
Stranger
Someone told me that Ovid said (words to the effect) “Courtship is life’s nastiest little game.” Alas, my googlefu has deserted me. But I stumbled across these.
*When I was from Cupid’s passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy. *
Ovid, Amores
http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Ovid/11
Courtship - A man pursuing a woman until she catches him.
Anonymous
Woman begins by resisting a man’s advances and ends by blocking his retreat.
Oscar Wilde (1856-1900)
I can see in a long term, otherwise healthy relationship that if one partner has been pushed to the breaking point, a slap or a shove can be forgiven. But that partner had better grovel, beg forgiveness, and commit to a course of anger management.
But violence for less than nervous-breakdown or self-defense reasons? It’s a dealbreaker. There is no excuse for that sort of violence. We’d have a lot fewer abusers out there if the rest of us would end the relationship at the first sign of violence.
Probably? Unless you’re both into mixed martial arts, and your first date is a tournament, it’s a bad sign. Period. No “probably” about it.
If a man were to slap me while on a first date or any other time, and it were anything but the Heimlich maneuver, there are two possible outcomes:
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I will break, bruise, gouge, twist off, or otherwise maim some part of his anatomy. Then, I will call the police, press charges, and do my best to see him do some manner of time.
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I will walk away, get someplace safe, call the police, press charges, and do my best to see him do some manner of time.
Or both. Though in the interests of sexual equality, I’ll amend that from “guy” to “the hornier party”.
But it’s sadly true that it’s quite possible to convince yourself of damn near anything when you’re hot n’ bothered, and really think it’s true, and then the steam pressure subsides and you realize just how much you DO NOT MEAN THAT, and what an insane and insipid and transparently obvious thing it was to think in the first place, let alone say out loud.