As you sat across from your blind date, you wonder why he has on a balaclava on, but your attention is quickly drawn to the uninterested glare he has on you and your body, you start to feel frustrated but with a bit of hope you try talking with him.

As your soft lips start to part, hoping to share common ground him, he quickly shuts your mouth, his voice muffled and gruffly from such fabric, “Now I don’t care much for you or this date, Let’s just get this over with and pay the bill.”