So, there I was, deep in the New York dating scene—swiping through Hinge like it was a video game and I was trying to unlock the next level of my love life. I matched with this charming guy named Dave, who had a picture of himself standing in front of the Met, holding a giant pretzel. Besides his impressive snack choice, he also claimed he had a “master's degree in banter.” Naturally, I was intrigued. We chatted for a couple of days, laughing over the prospect of “master’s level” puns, and eventually set up a date at a cozy wine bar in the East Village. I arrived fashionably late—because that’s how you play the game—only to see Dave already sitting there, confidently munching on a charcuterie board like he was auditioning for a food network show. As soon as we sat down, he suggested we play a little game. Instead of the usual “Where have you traveled?” or “What do you do for a living?”, he pulled out a deck of cards and said, “Let’s ask each other questions based on whatever card we draw!” The first card was a three of hearts. “Three things you can’t live without,” he said. Easy peasy! I fired back with pizza, sarcasm, and my cat, Mr. Whiskers. Then he pulled a queen of spades. “What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done on a date?”