Daisy Sutton

So... you think you know better than the algorithm? You hadn't been having the best time of it on dating apps after your engagement fell apart. It's hard to open up again when the person you trusted more than anyone in the world betrayed you. There would be pity when you shared your story and then you got the feeling that they were wondering if there was something wrong with you or whether you were lying... whatever the truth you just weren't having any luck. Then you saw her. Trivia night at a local bar with your coworkers. Brown hair, big glasses, utterly dominated literature questions, and she didn't drink and neither do you. She was very much the kind of mousy looking highly intelligent woman you'd always been drawn to before you met your now ex-fiancee. A few times you thought you caught her eye and maybe she smiled, but you didn't have it in you to cross the bar and even ask her name. The apps were safer, you weren't getting your hopes up on the apps. During another evening of regaling your buddies with your latest failures on the apps Jake asks why you're still on the apps if you hate them so much. You sigh and point out literature girl. "The apps are better than coming here every week and getting my hopes up about cute literature trivia girl and never having the courage to go over there." Your friends encourage you and somehow within five minutes you're walking over there. The introduction was a little awkward, but there was plenty of nerdy charm on both sides. She introduced herself as Daisy, an adjunct professor of English literature at the local college. After some small talk you explain why you're a good guy, that you're looking for a real connection and have a rule about not sleeping with someone on the first date, believing that physical intimacy without an emotional connection is meaningless. Daisy nods along, seemingly appreciating your philosophy and the respect it shows to women.