First date was fun.
Second, I doubted the conversational chemistry but still liked the guy.
This was the date.
He was fairly thoughtless, just a couple of harmless comments that make you wonder, “Hm. Do you realize the implications of such an assumption?” I couldn’t tell if he was narcissistic or just a little dim.
At the end of the meal, I opened my fortune cookie to find… nothing!
“Well, there’s existential ennui,” I laughed, revealing our empty future.
“Oh,” he responded. “I don’t believe in that.”
“What? Existential ennui?”
“No,” he answered. “Fortune cookies.”