First dates are always a strange mixture of nerves, curiosity, and a dash of hope. For weeks beforehand, I had gone back and forth with myself about whether I should even say yes to the invitation. I’d met David on a dating app.
He was handsome in his pictures; strong jawline, a clean haircut, a smile that seemed more practiced than spontaneous, but pleasant enough. His messages were polite, nothing too forward, and he always responded quickly. That, I told myself, was worth giving a chance. After all, what’s the point of staying on an app if you never take things beyond the glowing screen?
