“Me again. Imagine meeting a guy for a meal at Merchant, and he actually says nothing to whole meal. NOTHING. Like, 2 hours of aching, bloated, blaring awkward silence. After a while it was so awkward we just stared at our food, panicked the other might finish first, and feel awkward again for not talking. I asked him two questions, before the food, and he just shrugged his shoulders. It was so weird, I insisted on paying my half, and said, ‘ok, bye,’ and stormed off awkwardly and suddenly. At worst: a creep looking to get me (but lacking the social skills to lure me anywhere), at best: the most boring man alive. This city’s dating scene is impenetrable and agonizing and very deflating. I think I just quit” – ANON AGAIN