My cousin's 'just be yourself' advice backfired spectacularly in 48 hours
My cousin Rachel kept telling me to stop overthinking and just be myself before my first date with this guy from Hinge. So I showed up in my ratty hoodie and talked about my true obsession, which is documenting every weird bug I find in my apartment. He laughed at first, but then he admitted he's terrified of insects and asked if I was 'doing a bit.' Two days later he unmatched me after I sent him a photo of a wolf spider I named Gerald, so much for that advice. Has anyone else had a 'be yourself' disaster where your genuine personality was the dealbreaker?