Tracy was nervous as she walked into the restaurant. She had approached the blind date with a cautious optimism, a sliver of hope that perhaps her friend's glowing praise for "Mark" wasn't entirely misplaced. That optimism began to sink the moment she sat across from him at their table. He was quite good looking, so that was looking okay. After introductions, he barely made eye contact, launching instead into a crazed monologue about his ex-girlfriend, a woman who, according to Mark, was a "total psycho.". Tracy spent the next hour feigning interest, nodding along as he critiqued her food choices and explained in excruciating detail the intricacies of his fantasy football league. The final straw came when he "jokingly" suggested they ditch the bill. Tracy, with a forced smile, insisted on paying her share, endured an awkward, clammy handshake goodbye, and walked away vowing to never again trust her best friend's recommendation.