Kalah Allen

I HAVEN’T GONE on a date in well over a year, but your OkCupid profile struck a chord. Upon meeting, I saw your photos did you no justice—you were more beautiful in person. We had drinks, laughed, talked about our pasts. I thought to myself how much I was enjoying your company. I couldn’t believe it. The date ended, and we hugged goodbye. I drove home on cloud nine, but deep down inside, I knew I’d never hear from you again. I was right. I emailed you later that night. Nothing creepy, just, “Hey, I had fun. If you want to do it again, I’m on board.” Real casual-like. Nothing. I waited three days before writing once more to say that I got it, but wanted to wish you good luck. Again, I never heard back. What went wrong? Did I say something offensive? Was it that I’m a minority? I honestly don’t have a clue. I can take an “I wasn’t feeling it” email, but it’s the not knowing that eats at me. First date in over a year, and it ends in a mystery.—Anonymous