On Saturday night, I let The Smart One take me out, but I didn’t have a good time. On Sunday night, I sat across the table from Denzel, a man I’d met on TenderFish. We’d had very surface-level conversation online, so I didn’t know what to expect. He was a tall, good-looking man with kind eyes and prematurely salt-and-pepper hair. We exchanged pleasantries over appetizers and cocktails. I was distracted, but not enough that Russ didn’t cross my mind.
