Hello fellow single twenty somethings, and old heads who still believe in love. Picture this.
You find yourself at a cozy bar sipping on a whiskey coke across from a lovely young man or woman. It’s your first date. You’ve either been set up by a friend or you’ve been swiping your little heart away on the app de jour. Whatever the case may be, you’re here now.
And by golly, it’s not going half bad so far. In fact, it’s going well. They’re cute, you’re feeling confident, hell, they’re even laughing at your jokes that you know for certain are terrible.