Sometimes you go on an amazing first date and all of the “signs” seem to point to a second. And then, he disappears into the land of guys-of-great-first-dates-past, never to be seen again. Or what about those times you flirt endlessly with one of your vendors at work—and he gives the signal that he’s interested too—only to mention his wife (WTF?!) the next week.
I often find myself looking for “signs” on dates (or let’s be real: all the time) that they’re interested. He places his hand on the small of my back, he casually mentions seeing me again, we happen to like the same kind of cheese when ordering the platter, whatever. But more often than not, when it comes to reading signals…I kind of suck at it.
Such was the case with Matt.
It had been a long week, and all I wanted (what I really, REALLY wanted) was to watch the newly-added Spice World on Netflix, bury myself in takeout, and snuggle my pup. But I had already agreed to go on a Tinder date with this guy Matt. My roommate Christina insisted I go and reassured me that if it was a bust, she was at a no-cover-charge concert only a $5 cab ride away. And so, I didn’t cancel on Matt, and instead, I tucked my tail all the way to Brooklyn and waited at the bar.
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