After going on a slew of dates at bars with fellows who talked at length about their less-than-interesting tastes in beer and uninspiring investments in crypto, I was starting to feel hopeless about dating in New York. Perhaps that’s why I was so intrigued when a rebellious-looking Ukrainian guy I met at my local dive bar invited me to climb a mountain for our first one-on-one hang. It was the dead of winter, and he said to block off the whole day and bring boots that work for ice climbing (whatever that is). So naturally, as I prepared for our date, I wondered what this boy intended to do
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