I’d “met” the woman in question not three days before during a blind experiment I conducted while rewriting my underground cult classic The Dating Playbook for Men. “This is real” I thought and extended my hand to introduce myself. “Hi, I’m Megan” she said, settling into her seat. She looked directly into my eyes, smiled, waved, and walked directly over to my table. “She’s probably just a look-alike” I thought, unable to believe that this was the girl I was meeting. My internal monologue was racing as she walked in my direction. She was tall, slender, blonde, sporting a tight black dress and looking as if she’d just finished a photo shoot for her million-follower Instagram account.
The thought flashed through my mind as I watched her walk towards me.
