I’ve had a few.
But then again, too few to mention.
This is true.
If I meet you, at a minimum, it’s because I imagine I’ll enjoy some combination of talking with and looking at you, and, even if that’s all that happens, I’ll be good.
Once in a great while, a date goes sideways. The chemistry is disastrous, the conversation is stilted, there’s nothing to grab onto.
I hate those dates.