“It was late summer when we met, on a patio jutting out onto the Pacific. The night was still warm as I sipped my Gewürztraminer and asked him about his exciting career. His articulate responses drew me in, and I breathed back nerves and adrenaline with the ocean air as we continued this perfect first date.”
—Marlisse Silver Sweeney, The Atlantic (2014)
I don’t know about you, but she lost me at Gewürztraminer.
Ms. Sweeney goes on to report that her dream date afterwards propositioned her with an “an almost full frontal—via Snapchat,” despite which she agreed to meet up with him again…because who could resist?
Two minutes in, or perhaps when he asked me if I wanted to leave the restaurant and go take a bath together, I realized we were looking for different things.
One of those sudden epiphanies, I guess.
A few days later, he…
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