Weren’t people supposed to be on their best behavior on first dates? Weren’t they supposed to at least pretend an interest in the other person out of politeness if nothing else? Certainly, that’s what I was doing, making polite conversation. So much so that I never expected to hear from these people again. I was boring myself. That’s the worst part of a bad date. It makes you feel like a toad, and you keep telling yourself, “I know I’m more fun than this, and I know that when I came into this café I wasn’t in despair about the human condition.”
