1. The google-y eyes coming from across the bar probably belong to a tourist.
You’re at happy hour with a coworker who’s taking a call outside when the perfect recipe materializes next to you—a dreamy man or woman slides into your friend’s seat to order a drink. You start checking boxes—tall, dark featured and polite to the bartender. You tell them someone’s sitting there, but that they can stay until your friend gets back. Conversation flows and chemistry is apparent, until you ask that underlying question you’ve been burdened with since the printing of your Florida license—“So are you local or just visiting?” And, of course, they’re just some snowbird here for the week because Wisconsin got too cold. There is a consequence for being able to say, “We live where other people vacation.” A good percentage of possible love interests are doing just that.