After coming home from a date the other night, I found myself puzzled. We'd had great conversation and a fun time on three different occasions, and yet ... I was pretty sure he was not that into me.
It's just a gut feeling you get sometimes, and mine are usually right. Despite three hours of dazzling conversation (ok, fine, I probably shouldn't have talked so much about the capital gains tax, but in my defense HE WAS INTO IT), this was going absolutely nowhere.
As I laid on the rug in the living room, trying to figure out where I'd gone awry, I had a brilliant idea. I looked up at Hannah and Diego on the couch, where they were watching New Girl. "Hey! Next time I have a good date lined up, will you guys go to the restaurant, pretend you're on a date, and secretly evaluate my behavior?"
Hannah: "Hell no."
Diego: "Absolutely! But you'll have to sign something beforehand agreeing to not be upset by any of my observations or conclusions."