Midway through their first dinner date, he said,“I don’t like animals.” “Really,” she said while wriggling a white dinner napkin. “Yep.” he said, unapologetically forking capellini pomodoro. “Did something happen to you when you were little?” “No.” he murmured with noodles, like jellyfish tentacles, dangling. “What about pandas? Or Kitties? They’re so cute.” Setting his fork down, he said, “I don’t like hair on me. It’s disgusting. As for pandas, you never know what one is thinking. It could snap at any moment.” “So can people.” she asserted eyes huge, elbows on the table. “This is true,” he replied.