Yesterday wasn't actually as jam-packed as it could have been--the rando from the dating app rescheduled (he said he was sick) so it was just coffee, lunch, and date with the scrabble-winner.

The date was pretty good--we watched The Gentlemen, which was hysterical (his choice), had drinks, and went to a 21+ arcade. The only thing I wasn't into was that he was hinting that he wanted us to end up in bed together at the end of the night and I was not interested in that. He wasn't like overt or gross about it, it's just a feeling I got. And I'm sick of guys who just want to get into my pants before getting to know me--in my experience, that doesn't predict that a guy is good relationship material.