Then I start talking to Marc.  He’s nice, seems to have shit together, so we talk for a week or so, and there seems be no effort being made to make plans to meet.  So I step up and ask him if we wants to meet.  He says he would love to.  So I ask him about Saturday night.  Apparently, that works.  Glad I could do that.  Was he going to be content to just talk forever?!  We go out, we have dinner (while he tells me about all of his food allergies, which I assure you was incredibly fascinating...), we go for a walk, we stop for a few drinks, and he walks me back to my car.  We hug.  Overall, not a bad night, decent conversation...except that, again, I get ghosted.  I texted him a few days later, all like, “hey haven’t heard from you, how’s it going?”  And I get the lame “oh sorry, it’s been busy at work” excuse.  WTF?!  Why can’t people just be honest?  If you didn’t want to go out again, just say so!  In the words of Michelle Tanner, “how rude!”  Good thing I wasn’t dying for the second date.  Plus, I survived my first date since joining and it wasn’t horrible, so that’s a win, I suppose.