So there I was, completely ready to ditch my eHarmony date. We had been messaging for weeks, and while his profile said he was "an adventurous spirit," his last message about his obsession with collecting garden gnomes left me staring at my phone like I was trying to solve a Rubik's cube blindfolded. I almost texted him, "Hey, I think my avocados are ripe," and canceled. But a last-minute pep talk from my best friend—“You could end up with a gnome museum or a date with potential!”—spurred me to put on my best lipstick and venture out. We met at a cozy little café, and I braced myself for an afternoon of awkward small talk and maybe a few gnome stories. But as soon as I walked in, I saw him. He was not only tall and charming but also—plot twist—was an amateur magician. He pulled a rubber chicken out of his coat like it was nothing and said, “I’m just gneeding a little luck tonight!” I didn’t know if his humor was totally zany or borderline creepy, but boy, it was entertaining. We spent the next couple of hours trading dad jokes and pretending to be serious art critics while critiquing the awful paintings hanging on the walls (seriously, one looked like a cat jumped into a paint can). By the end of the evening, he pulled a surprise out of his pocket: a deck of cards