He insisted I choose the location of the first date, so I chose Garage in Austin—a moody cocktail bar tucked away in the depths of a parking garage. I introduced him to his first Old Fashioned, blissfully unaware that he spent the entire date struggling to see me in the dim lighting. Eventually, we escaped to a well-lit bar across the street, where he could finally confirm I had a face—and order a beer that didn’t require an introduction.