I quietly thought to myself: "Look, I'm pretty sure he just flashed a friendly smile at you — why not go for it? That's because I'm not trying to get my flirt on with strangers at your regular speed dating mixer.
The reason I'm engaging in this "chit chat, get a number, rinse, repeat" song and dance on a Tuesday night was not to to "cuff a winter boo", as Cardi B has so succinctly put it.
Here, a person was standing in front of you with a tablet in hand, ready to show you photos of a room.
It's awkward to say no without at least checking out the photos or the place, so I was roped into casually committing to three viewings — even when they were way out of my price range or not remotely close to where I was looking.
I wondered how many of these exchanges happened that night. I ended up finding a great apartment just 10 minutes north of the bar by answering another ad on Spareroom — the old-fashioned way for the digital age.