Before I go on a first date, I already know most of the information a woman would usually volunteer. Corrin told me she had worked for the Obama campaign, planned the events calendar for a coffee shop and broke up with her boyfriend recently. I knew all that from her online résumé, a newspaper article on the opening of said coffee shop and her Twitter feed, respectively. Kim told me about her research on leftist movements in Sweden, which was mentioned on the website of the university where she teaches, and Caralynn and I talked about mutual friends, who I knew to bring up because, judging by the dates of her Philadelphia Weekly columns, she wrote for the paper at the same time my friends did.
My name is Nick and I am a Google stalker. For me, every first date is like a movie based on a book I have already read: It's a live-action rendering of what I already know will happen and surprise is nil.