Once upon a time in the bustling heart of Brooklyn, I went on a date with a guy named Chad—yes, the ultimate “Chad.” He called himself an “entrepreneur,” which I later found out was code for “I sell protein shakes on Instagram.” But hey, we all have our passions, right? We decided to meet at a trendy cafe known for its artisanal avocado toast. I arrived a few minutes early to scope out the place and figure out what the heck an “avocado toast flight” was. When Chad finally sauntered in, he was wearing a neon tank top that screamed “I’m here for gains!” and sunglasses that were more suited for a beach than a cafe. "Sup?" he said, as he plopped down. His take on a suave greeting was reminiscent of someone trying to flirt with a doorbell. While we were chatting over our $12 toast, I began to notice something odd about his demeanor—he kept checking his phone every few seconds. Curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned in, “Is everything okay?” “Oh yeah! Just waiting for my ‘fitness’ app to show the results of my latest workout. Should be any minute now. Perfect time to brag!” He said this with such pride, I almost felt bad for all the avocados about to be sacrificed. Our conversation veered into the usual small talk territory until Chad’s phone buzzed. He eagerly glanced down, and suddenly, his eyes