Half-asleep and still tipsy, I hopped into his kitchen and grabbed frozen spinach.
A mutual friend had conjured up the idea over brunch, which is ironic based on how the date played out.
We met for oysters and drinks, then we argued for a solid 30 minutes about brunch.
Like, whether brunch is determined by the menu, the timeframe of the meal, all that.
Then he told me my job in public relations was stupid and made me pay for the date, which lasted three hours mainly because I'm too stubborn to walk away from an argument.
It wasn't until he was almost at our row that I recognized him as the guy I had been on a date with the previous week.