It’s 7:58pm. As you follow the maître d’hôtel to your table, the fear intensifies: What will we talk about? Will we connect? What if there are big silences? What if we’re meant for each other but there’s just no spark on this first date? 

You arrive at the table and he’s not there yet. Good! An opportunity to stalk him. LinkedIn. He’s an accountant. Damn…