So there I was, on a Hinge date with a guy who seemed normal enough—let’s call him “Steve.” We met at a trendy bar in Brooklyn, and things started off well. We were engaged in witty banter, talking about everything from our favorite pizza spots to our most embarrassing moments. But then it took a bizarre turn. Out of nowhere, Steve pulls out a giant bag of gummy bears from his backpack. At first, I thought, “Okay, cute, he’s sharing his childhood snack!” But then he starts explaining how he conducts "taste tests" to determine which color is his favorite. He even had a chart! I went along with it, thinking it was just quirky fun. But then he pulled out a blindfold. Yes, a blindfold. “I think it would be fun if we did a blind taste test!” he exclaimed, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Now, I’m all for spontaneity, but I wasn’t sure if this was going to end with us creating a romantic moment or me gagging on a blue gummy bear because I thought it was a lemon. Against my better judgment, I agreed. He tied the blindfold around my eyes like we were about to have a romantic dinner, and he began feeding me gummy bears one by one. It was like an episode of a cooking show gone horribly wrong. “Guess the flavor!” he said as I chewed, my brain racing through the fruity possibilities. “Is it