In the month of March, I went on a string of first dates and talked to a lot of guys who didn't even make it to the first date. Some were funny, like the guy with the Star Wars tattoo who texted me the night after meeting me, asking me to meet his parents (I declined). Some were sad, like the guy with The Hair (his official nickname) who called me crying at 2am, after knowing me four days, because he was scared to accept his med school scholarship.
"You're the only one who can calm me down," he said. So I did. Even though it was definitely cutting in to my sleep time.