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And, like most clichés, there’s a kernel of truth to it.
Consider a highlight reel of the local bachelors I’ve come across on Tinder: a guy posing with Steve Wozniak (I think this was supposed to be impressive?
) while eavesdropping on the two cute Aussies next to me, both of whom were married, which I soon realized.
The joint continued to fill up with more men—and some women—huddled in their own cliques.
It wasn’t a total deal-breaker, but there wasn’t any chemistry. (When he found out it wasn’t, he spent the next two drinks pouting.) At the time I thought his demonstration was gauche, but I soon realized the bid was small potatoes.
After one cocktail, I gave him a ride home, and when we got to his apartment, he leaned over the passenger seat for a hug. “Sorry if I’m acting weird tonight,” said a Web whiz I went out with later.
I put my laptop on the table and futzed around on my phone (look at how tech I am!
More accurately I was an engineer on the original i Phone…I can show you all the new stuff since you were last here.