Eight years ago today, I was getting ready to go on what I already hoped would be my last first date. The boy liked Japanese fiction, beer, and obscure bands and the girl liked all of those things, and the boy, too. Online dating and I were on a break. Had reached an impasse. Agreed to disagree. And yet. Two weeks before, I saw this guy. This guy that seemed different to all the other guys. Different because, well, he…
