第一次约会一定要定在周日
Whenever people are given too many choices, we get confused and do the wrong thing. We order the Sriracha burger at McDonald’s. We schedule a first date on a Monday. Friday night was never ideal. Friday’s fatal flaw is this: If you’re monopolizing someone’s Friday night, the pressure is on to make it a really, really good first date—you’re up against all the wonders that Friday night holds. You're also up against all the other people who are on dates on Friday night: Nothing says "romance" like a two-hour wait for space at the bar, where she'll end up perched on a tiny stool and you'll end up hovering nearby, jostled by people reaching through your conversation to order margaritas which will inevitably spill on your pants. Additionally, it stands to reason that you should plan dates on nights when you know you’re going to be your best self. If I learned anything from church growing up, it’s that Sunday is the best day to find love. Every Sunday, churchgoers throw on their most pastel pastels and hurry to the church to worship and flirt. This is why all the pious people I know married each other within three months of meeting. Sunday is a very auspicious day for lovers. On Sundays you're not competing with a million Friday night revelers for bar stools, and you're not competing with all the cool Friday night parties your date could be at that night. Still, the best thing about Sunday is its distance from the horrors of the workweek. I enjoy my job, but I do not enjoy talking about it on dates. My ideal would be to make it to the altar without knowing what my chosen mate does for a living. On weekday dates, it’s impossible to avoid work-talk. You ask me “How was your day?” and I immediately launch into a tirade about my enemy. Then you launch into a tirade about your office enemy and then we’re stuck in a work-talk spiral till death do us part. |