So, I matched with this guy on Tinder who seemed charming enough. His profile picture was him standing in front of an iconic New York City pizza joint, which—let’s be real—had me at "extra cheese." After a few days of messaging, we decided to meet up at a bar that advertised “the best cocktails in the city.” I told myself not to roll my eyes, but let’s be honest, even this guy couldn't compete with my go-to dive bar. I arrived early, ordered a drink, and scanned the crowd. Suddenly, I spotted a pigeon walking directly towards me. Now, I love the city’s birds, but this one looked like it had a mission. Right then, it stopped at my feet, turned its head, and cooed like it was telling me a secret. Just as I was pondering if this pigeon was a sign from the universe (or just a rat with wings), my date walked in. He was a little late but held a slice of pizza in one hand and a cocktail in the other. He grinned and said, “I wasn't sure about the drink, but I figured, you can’t go wrong with pizza, right?” I looked down at the pigeon, who hadn’t moved an inch, clearly waiting for the magic moment. I snapped my fingers and said, “I think the universe is trying to tell me you’re a keeper!” The pigeon flew off as my date chuckled, and I couldn’t help