Overwhelmed with joy by this stunning vision of our destiny, I ask her out to coffee even though I don't really like coffee, and we go on our first date the very next day. Everything is going beautifully, it's clear that we are made for each other and global utopia is just around the corner. Then I make some casual comment about some TV show I enjoy, and immediately I can tell I've said something wrong. She grimaces, then nods politely, sips her Americano, and takes a long look out the window, then back down at her drink. We continue talking, but her smiles now appear forced, and she constantly looks at other people in the coffee shop or at the ceiling. Fifteen minutes later she thanks me for the conversation and leaves.

There is no second date.