I Went To A Psychic With My Hinge Match & Things Got Weird

First dates in the summertime are utterly whimsical. You can throw on a little dress, people-watch at a scenic sidewalk table, and jaunt all the way home, tipsy on two Aperol spritzes and the adrenaline of what could be. First dates in the fall, on the other hand, are the absolute worst. Who…