I didn’t go in with a plan, but once he started talking, I realized I was bored enough to make him a case study. I asked questions I didn’t care about, gave half-smiles, and counted how many times he brought the conversation back to himself. Spoiler: it was eleven. By dessert, I knew his ex’s star sign, his squat max, and his favorite crypto coin.
Did I learn anything meaningful? Nope. But I learned that giving minimal effort and maximum observation makes for hilarious field notes. He left thinking he nailed it. I left with material for this very post.
Final Thought: Every bad date is just free data.
Disclaimer: No men were harmed in the making of this experiment but a few egos may have been.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	