You show up to a bar, running late, checking your email and thinking about the latest problem with your job.
You look up, see him, and your mind immediately goes back to that last email. You sigh, and you feel like crap from all the crap you've been putting up with all day.
At dinner he asks politely, “And what do you do for a living?”
You think, “Dissatisfaction.”
You say, “Oh, don't get me started.”
He thinks, “Hmm, why is she so upset?” and... "Is she always like this?"
He says, “All right, I won't.”
This night was over before it began. Your career consumed all your happiness and joyous energy and therefore all of your chances for romantic success.