It was a beautiful evening, the room filled with candlelight and buttery smells. Our wine was perfect. But after just two sips, I knew this wasn’t going to work.
Our conversation was boring and needlessly loud. The man had a braying laugh and mentioned his boat repeatedly, calling it “she” each time. I snuck a look at my phone: 8:17 on Saturday. I could be home in my pajamas, watching “Breaking Bad” on Netflix. I imagined standing, turning without a word and walking out.