In this week’s story, a woman goes on a second date with a journalist and decides she doesn’t want to see him again: 33, single, New York.

DAY ONE

8:20 a.m. My alarm goes off. I’m a massage therapist, and I have a regular 9 a.m. client I see twice a week. I have my practice in a small room on the first floor of my building. I’ve been very lucky that my clients are loyal and consistent; I see about four people a day, and it pays for the rental space and then some. I bought my studio apartment with a divorce settlement years ago, and it’s all paid off. So I get to do the work I love and make just enough to get by. Anyway, I shower and eat a yogurt and make a pot of coffee and feel ready to start the day.

11 a.m. “See ya tonight!” Alex texts. We have our second date tonight. He’s a finan

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