**Title: A Night to Forget…Except I’m Writing This Review** So, I recently went on a magical evening with a true modern-day Casanova, courtesy of Hinge. You know, one of those rare gems who truly believes that "relationship" is just a suggestion and "Rendezvous" is the only thing on his dating agenda. Spoiler alert: he was about as committed as a cat to a bath. First off, let’s set the scene: he chose a trendy bar known for its dim lights and overpriced cocktails, probably to distract from the fact that he was about as emotionally available as a flip phone in 2023. The moment I walked in, he greeted me with the most charming smile, which I assume he practices in the mirror before every date. I mean, who wouldn’t want to hear about someone’s impressive collection of... well, his Tinder matches? We started off with small talk — you know, the usual. He shared his thrilling adventures of ghosting at least four people in the last week, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy for the souls who didn’t have to endure his tales of “dating.” It was like listening to a TED talk on how to keep your heart at arm’s length. Truly inspiring. As we progressed into our drinks, I noticed that he had an uncanny ability to pivot the conversation back to himself. By the end of the night, I felt like a contestant on *The