When my best friend Mia insisted on setting me up with her boyfriend’s friend, I hesitated. Blind dates were never really my thing—too unpredictable, too awkward. But Mia swore Eric was different: polite, thoughtful, reliable. “He’s one of the good ones,” she said. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

Eric seemed promising at first. His texts were well-written—no lazy abbreviations or late-night half-sentences. Continues…