Miss E. Jean:I’m starting to feel like I’m missing an epic clue when it comes to dating. I have a good job and great friends, play sports, volunteer, etc.—a very full and fabulous life. I like to think I have a sparkling wit and a cute look, and that I’m an open person.
But I cannot get a second date!
After a recent (in my mind) wonderful date (well-planned by him, had drinks, lingered at our table overlooking the ocean, walked me to my door, texted me after), I get radio silence from him! Did I miss something? I have no problem meeting men or getting them to show interest, but I can’t seem to get anything off the ground. Is it me? —Stuck at Date No. 1
Stuck, My Succotash: Bah! Who was this guy? Bill the Lizard from Alice in Wonderland? Forget it. It’s not you. It’s the Law of Small Numbers—any conclusion you draw after only two or three chaps will be crazy. Write to me when there’s “radio silence” after, say, the next 17 fellows. Meanwhile, here’s a juicy question for you: What’s the best night of the week for a first date?
Kenneth Shaw—Kenneth and I are cofounders of the matchmaking company Tawkify, which is galloping along at such a merry clip that our workforce has grown to more than 130, and if you laid the couples we’ve gotten together end-to-end, they’d reach from the Statue of Liberty to well beyond Mount Rushmore, or, at least, to the bust of Friedrich von Schiller in Central Park—anyway Kenneth, as I was saying, analyzed 1,000 dates Tawkify set up in a five-week period early in 2017. And what night do you think turned out to inspire the most “yes-yes” matches? (A yes-yes means both people want to see each other again.)
I guessed Thursday night. (I reasoned it had the least pressure.) Ha! Thursday was the worst night. We don’t know exactly why (yet), but Kenneth theorizes that people believe they might meet somebody better on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, so they discount Thursday.
And the correct answer? The day named after the god of single combat, Tyr—viz, Tuesday. Tuesday nights were 30 percent more likely to touch off the divine spark (and result in a yes-yes) than the other nights of the week. I don’t know, but I suspect it’s because our rogue hormones are so surprised at being released on a boring evening, they let it rip like warrioresses. Knowledge is power. You know what to do, Miss Stuck!