A friend of mine set me up with his coworker, and I should have been skeptical for a few reasons, but as a single New York woman quickly approaching 30, I was working on keeping an open mind. Here were a few warning signs that I chose to ignore:
1. He was my friend’s pot dealer. As someone who enjoys smoking occasionally, I did not see this as a total dealbreaker.
2. The setup was under the context, “Hey D, do you know any cool single girls I can date?” and not so much you two have a lot in common. Still worth a try.
3. He had two cats. I hate cats. And a 36 year old with 2 cats? That’s creepy.
