The His name was Sean, and I met him on Tinder.

I won't say it was love at first sight.

It took a bit of cajoling from him to get me to agree to a date.

He wasn't really my type.

Kind of looked like he loved himself, a tall and buff guy.

I'm usually into slightly pudgier guys who, well, I'm sure you don't care

about that. But trust me, fellas, women who like normal guys are out there. And Sean won me over

with a sense of humor, his smooth talking and his absolute geekery. I'm a big Marvel fan,

or, well, I was back then anyway, and I went to all the movies in the

theater on opening weekend whenever possible. I was also really big into horror, especially

the Conjuring universe, so Sean eventually won me over by inviting me to go with him to see

the nun. Hey, the movies are a pretty easy place for a first date. If it's going badly, you can just sort of shift away in your seat and ignore the other

person for the duration of the film.

He picked me up at a nearby Starbucks.

Don't give random Tinder date to your address, people.

And we drove to the theater.

And honestly, he was great.

Really charming, fun, and generally a good time. He knew his

movies, too, a nerd in a sort of cute way, which is basically just to say that he's a nerd.

Now, the one problem was, he was fairly pessimistic about the prospects for the nun. I'll give him

this. He ended up being right. Man, that movie sucked.

And let's not even mention the sequel, but this isn't about that. Sean was certain that the first

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