Jack, The Suit, the man who told me rather ineloquently at the beginning of our second date that he wanted nothing to do with me is now telling me that it’s “good to see me”? He must have sniffed some of his shoe polish this evening. But not wanting to come off as a bitter wench, because let’s be honest, we only went on one date—a beautiful one—but one date, I tamper the crazy and smile politely.
