It took Amy only a few minutes to make up her mind: "I've got absolutely nothing in common with this guy." She wasn't sure why, but she was convinced. Was it his two-day stubble? The tattered jeans? Perhaps the way he stared at her while they talked? In any case, after a mere five minutes Amy was already wishing she had never agreed to this blind date with Andy. Now she would have to spend several hours in a bar with a guy who didn't understand why sports don't do it for her and why she prefers to read. "I know his type," she sighed to herself. "Conceited, careless. I'll bet he's going to tell me all about rock climbing and what a success he is. This is going to be a long evening."

This article was originally published with the title Judging Amy and Andy.

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