Before Chicago was fully besieged with a pandemic, the city had it out for me in the romantic realm—a disastrous dating tear had me deleting all the apps.Date #1 dumped me because I was too much of a 21st century woman for him (he preferred to “do the pursuing” rather than “be pursued”); date #2 didn’t even order a drink at the awful dive bar he’d picked; and the following day, date #3 unmatched me an hour before our confirmed date and never showed up.